Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

Yay! :D

His siblings did not stir, but his mother did, and Sitamat's tail started wiggling as she moved — even if it was just to prevent him from escaping. He was not as eager as his brothers to explore yet, but the boy waddled from the back of the den and towards Tonravik's front leg, stopping there and resting his chin on it as he stared at the sunlight seeping in from the entrance.

A noise suddenly echoed in from the outside, and Sitamat let out a small gasp, turning to his mother with a mixture of fascination and confusion. She spoke, but he could not comprehend her words. More noises from outside. The youngest swung his head back to the den's entrance, floppy ears perked as high as they could go. "Bbbbb..." he tried, seeing if that would elicit another response from the strange entity outside.