Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

Was gonna wait for a wild Mal, but since Rem is away I went ahead and posted! Rem, you can chuck Mal in at any point :)

Tonravik pressed into his face as he nuzzled into her, ear flicking when he spoke. "Feels this way," she responded, tail thumping against the earth. The restrictions were limiting themselves, now... it was time that, as he had said, there world expanded. As she watched the cub do what he would (so long as he didn't make an abrupt run for it), Tonravik gathered that what her mate said was true. It felt like the proper time. There was nothing to tempt her to go and retrieve them and push them back into the den... she was at ease. The sound of her son, Sitamat, did cause her stomach to flutter... but, he was only nervous. Tonravik watched as her mate entered the den to aid the youngest.

She herself rest her muzzle against the earth when she looked at him. Her state of relaxation she hoped would coax him from inside to out here if he so desired. Tonravik looked away, however, to check on the state of the fox. He shifted from trail, to trail, to trail, and she watched him to make sure that none of those trails would bring him too far from them. The eldest soon barreled forth from the den. He went out only just further than the third-born, and her head lifted. "Not too far, k'yush." Of course if they went too far, she would rise to herd them back... but for now, she was at ease. Both Malrok and Sitamat lingered yet within the den, and Tonravik was patient for their arrival.