Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

He stared at him from afar, still unsure of the large creature that blocked their way out of the den. He had made himself known from the outside to the pups a few times before, but he had only know decided to reveal himself. Like their mother, the other was huge, with fur that contrasted against the dimness of the den. He made strange noises, not unlike their mother's but still incomprehensible to the young wolf.

When Atuaserk joined in on the babbling, Sitamat swung his head to face his brother, only to see him then run forward to latch himself onto the thing's nose. Although uncertain, the boy couldn't help but draw forward. He kept a wary eye on his father, though, while the eldest assaulted his muzzle. "Ahhhrrr..." he quietly growled, slowly sneaking closer and closer.