Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

He awoke ravenous as ever and, after successfully untangling himself from his brothers, the last born made to prod at his mother's mouth. He had discovered this tactic not too long ago after watching one of his sibling's do the same. The food was very different to what he was used to but he very much enjoyed it. The cub's tail started wiggling happily as Tonravik brought up their breakfast, undeterred by the sight and stench of it. He dived forward, bumping shoulders with one of his brothers as they too woke at the smell of food.

The two adults' exchange went unnoticed, not until Sitamat finished his share with a satisfied burp. When a large figure suddenly crawled in from the den's entrance and blocked the sunlight, though, his attention fully shifted. He glanced up unsurely at Tonravik, making soft whining noises as she looked back down at the cubs. The scent that emanated from the bright-furred form was familiar, but Sitamat had yet to put a name to a smell. He lagged slightly behind as his brothers bumbled forward to greet the stranger — their atatak.

Atuaserk fearlessly sped right into the giant and immediately began to climb to the summit. The darker boy crawled forward, mimicking Iqniq's posture as he crawled slowly towards him, gazing at him curiously with a guarded gaze.