Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

The crack of dawn came down upon him. The soft light of morning felt harsher somehow as it cut between the trees and landed directly upon his closed eyes. He could sense the light without opening them and even still it was blinding enough to rouse him from sleep. He shuffled backwards impulsively and placed himself in the shade. It was better now, but the sun's disturbance was enough that he could not completely send himself back to sleep.

No matter. There was movement in the den. The world was slowly waking and the smell of bile and vomit as Tonravik fed the children their breakfast reached his nose. How she managed to still have something leftover in her belly after a long night's sleep was beyond him, but at least the pups were fed. Regurgitated breakfast. Yum. He was glad he'd outgrown that.

He wasn't expecting to be summoned. His station outside of the den was so commonplace there was a vague outline of his body in the dirt and grass. Nevertheless, he was called. "Uwaneraiiagit, please..." he amended. She was welcome to teach them her language, but the least she could also do was teach them to be respectful. Manners and all that good stuff.

Iqniq poked his nose around the edge of the den. "You called?"