Sawtooth Spire no color

Milk-teeth probed at her nose and she withdrew sharply away, snarling in the face of her son in legitimate displeasure. They brought a stinging pain, and had she no maternal instinct at all she would have gobbled him up for the offense. It was then her mate probed at her with the sharp-end of whatever he had lured Malrok with. Tonravik responded in the only way she could. She moved each babe deeper into the den and shuffled along with them, then turned away from her children to go and try to tug at the branch independently to get it out of his (her mates) grasp entirely. What if a babe had somehow maneuvered there? Incredibly unlikely, given her own incredible persistence, but the mother took no chances. Besides, Malrok had liked the opposite end himself. She would chew off the pointy side and give it to him; he could get lost in the "mini-brush" and be entertained for perhaps a whole day there!

Besides, he had asked her to join in on the playing. Tonravik obliged him in her own way, with her own intentions and drive behind it. She kept the whole of her body stretched outward so her sons could not escape her... but then let go of the stick, her instinct to look at them and see that they were doing alright. After doing a head-count and seeing none had moved, she sniffed at the son who had bit her nose.