Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

Tonravik stared emptily at the dens mouth as he corrected her, something that went over her head. "I called you," came her tired reply (in response to what she thought was his summons); that  he was amending what she said, adding to it how she ought to have used manners—things, truth be told, she had not been taught herself extensively of how to verbally apply—was unknown to her. But there he was, nosing at the entrance. Her hackles lifted for a moment before she allowed herself a moment to get used to his presence. They would get there. And they would get there soon. 

So the dark leader drew herself further backward, knowing the babes were too occupied eating to get in their fathers way should he enter in the next few minutes. Her paws flexed against the open air as she looked to her children and then, the den entrance. "Come see your sons," she invited. And then, "Enter slow... they may grow excited." And get in his way, and become a victim of bulldozer Iqniq. Alright, that was more her alley than his own... and maybe he did not need telling, but was it not a good thing she worried at all for them? Maternal instinct indeed existed! It showed itself, now and again. 

Tonravik wanted to be sure he would not eat them before he relieved her... and so, for now, she remained inside. Her eyes remained watchful... if one cub were to get in his way to the point of becoming an obstacle, she would draw them backward so her mate could find his room. Their meal was near-gone, and by the time he did shuffle inside there would be no evidence left. She intended to fill her own belly... Tonravik hoped to do so herself this time.