Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

His was a deeper sleep than the others and it took him a while to cool from the lack of bodies around him. When he did, his head jerked up to peer around him, noting only the form of Malrok. This did not cause panic, instead his blue eyes casting about only to find that the others were outside, in the Bright World, the silhouette of his father encouraging the youngest cub to venture out into the light. The dark mass of his mother, and the bright fur of his brother were not in the den so perhaps they too, had ventured out.

Curious, he rose to his tiny paws and trotted closer, nosing Sitamat for a moment before bounding ahead, yet unafraid of this new prospect. Finally, finally they were allowed outside, and he took full advantage of this, his body vibrating with his excitement and now boundless energy. Venturing a little further than his third brother, Atuaserk yipped and barked, trying to goad the smallest of the clutch into playing his game. His tail thwapping his sides, Ata watched Pingasut for a moment before throwing himself into a play bow and barking again.