Sawtooth Spire no color

Tonravik snorted at his giggle, and almost when to shove him before she got to something else... more important business than bullying her cubs. When her son fell, she turned to look at him and her ears flattened at the cry, loud and high. She continued to watch him as he meandered away, to a corner where he would host his own pity party. Mff. Tonravik let him have at it. The woman was not much of a comforter and he had fallen on his face. What was there to say or do?

As for her mate who pouted outside... the mother ignored that, for now. The stick was gone and the escape act had been put on hold. The mother slid onto her belly again, and then reached out to paw at Malrok.