Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

He hate his share of their mother's offering, and then turned his attention on the red wolf. The third born did not charge as the first born had, nor hang back as much as the last born. He was calm, relaxed, and approached with his tail swaying in the air. His expression was open and curious, and completely friendly. He looked up at his father as he balanced his brother on his face, and then he crept forward to brush his crown against the plush furs of the red wolf's chest. He then turned and rubbed himself against him, making soft indescribable noises as he did so.