Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

Fully inside the den now, Iqniq paused and watched as his children stared back at him as if he was some sort of stranger. This... was what he'd been afraid of. He'd never wanted to be a stranger to them. He'd wanted to be someone the knew an looked to as another figure that was "safe" in their world. No matter. He'd work hard to make up for lost time and soon they'd all be as daring as the child who climbed him like a mountain.

Atuaserk. He knew their names now that he'd been properly introduced. The first born was daring, almost as if protecting his siblings by taking that first risk to check out the new wolf who was to be known as father. Tonravik asked a question. Iqniq parted his mouth in reply before the child stepped across his muzzle and cemented himself to his face in order to nibble at his ears. Well, well. Two could play at this game.

Distracted by the child, her question was forgotten. He lifted his head from the ground, balancing Ata upon his face and muzzle in some sort of game. To make it more interesting, he flicked his ears, pulling them from the boys mouth before lifting them once more to place them back in range. A very early form of hunting, perhaps. Either way, he contented himself with this one's boldness while the others tried to decide what to make of him.