Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

The fox had his head down licking between his toes when his father nudged him. His preoccupation with his cleanliness was immediately forgotten in favor of chasing his family outside. He followed the first born for a moment, before he swung toward his father and reared up on his hind legs to paw at the red male's shoulder. His attention, however, was quickly stolen as he spotted a stick. He took off toward it seized it in his jaws. He towed it back toward the den, his head tilted to one side as the bottom of the stick dragged across the ground. He settled to creamy white belly, holding the stick in his paws as he chewed. His blue eyes shifted around, expecting a challenger.