Sawtooth Spire nyceteris

Well, they had each done it. Another step forward. More progress. Some fast, some slow... but all had succeeded, in the end. Her children, persistent already. Tonravik had deduced that from their consistent wails alone when hungry or bothered... but this? This was different. What would come next? The fox-boy drank, Malrok had squirmed to Sitamat (and had aided him, unknown to her and him both), and Atuaserk stood uncertainly. None of the babes were sure-footed or had strong-legs, yet... but they would. Content with how things had turned out, she let them be and rest her head.