Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

Iqniq laughed. The firstborn didn’t quite seem to understand. Instead, he released a battle cry and sprang for his muzzle. Iqniq wrinkled his noise, parting his mouth a bit to make it harder for the boy to latch on. Eventually, he ended up lifting his head higher than the boy could reach and putting a paw on Ata’s head to keep him at arm’s reach. ”Aaaahhh taaaaah,” he prompted again, looking over to watch the other boys who attempted the sounds.

Sitamat was cautious as ever. He made no move to force the boy to run to him or greet him. In due time, his youngest would learn that he was safe, but until then, he had his paw filled with the eldest. ”Aaaaahhh!” he parted his jaws wide, emphasizing the sound as he repeated it. They’d get this. He knew they had it in them.

Three was jumping a little ahead of the program. It seemed his favorite sound was the last one and he “tak. tak. tak’d” away like he’d won the lottery. Iqniq grinned, laughing at the boy as he echoed the smile upon that one’s face. Fox-boy could hold his own. Tonravik didn’t have anything to worry about with this one.

”Aaaaaahhh taaaaah taaaaak” He put all three sounds together and coached each of them appropriately. These boys were bright, he knew, and even if they couldn’t quite master the sounds, at least they were exercising their voices. Learning, in any shape or size? Yup. He had full faith in them.