Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

Ears tuned towards the den as he listened for a reply. There it was. A perfect taaah. His tail wagged. Whichever pup he'd contacted today was a bright little fellow and more than eager to use his vocals. Or so he thought. He couldn't see the curious look of question towards its mother or any of the bright curiosity upon Sitamat's face. It didn't matter. He was communicating with one of his sons and that was what counted.

He crawled a hair forward and stopped. Staring into the dark shadows of the den, Iqniq lifted his nose a bit and let out a sound somewhat akin to a howl, but without the depth or volume. "Ooo-oooo-ooooh" He called back, checking to see if he could elicit another response.