Sawtooth Spire prism

The large shadow before him shifted and moved, and Sitamat started towards it curiously, familiar with it's smell but never having seen it before. He only made it a few wobbly steps before something small and cold prodded him in the side, and the pup let out a yip as his attention turned to his sibling. He was a lighter colour than the other shapeless form, and much smaller. His head bobbed as he investigated his brother. Leaning forward, Sitamat went to press his nose against Malrok's own with an excited wiggle of his tail.