Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

The muzzle was lifted from his reach and to say that the pup was unhappy with this might have been an understatement. Small teeth gnawed at the paw that kept him away, his drool wetting the fur in his mouth. Whatever sound he made now was muffled, until Ata grew bored with the current game. Pulling his teeth away, the boy moved from his father's front and instead moved to find his plush tail, his small body crouching as he readied an attack.

Moments later, he pounced, teeth looking to find something besides a mouth full of fur again. His mimicry was placed on hold for now, more concerned with how to capture and hold this appendage. His brother's voices reassured him that they were all still safe, though whether or not that would have changed his brash actions was yet unknown.