Sawtooth Spire Thou Shalt be Badass

*sneaks in*

The youngest slept soundly, only the rise and fall of his pudgy belly and the occasional paw twitch indicating that he was still actually alive. He didn't wake when his parents went to answer the call at the borders, nor when Atuaserk started hassling Malrok beside him. It was only when the dim light that filtered into the den was suddenly blocked and a strange smell wafted in did he finally rouse.

Yawning, Sitamat rolled over onto his side, blinking open his eyes and peering at whatever had obstructed the entrance to the den. At first, all he could see was a large mass of white fur, a more vibrant red form wiggling over the top of it. His vision adjusted, and suddenly he saw the stranger's face and bolted upright, wriggling backwards so he was behind Malrok. His other two brothers ran forward, Pingasut disappearing from view behind the pale beast, shortly followed by Atuaserk.

The youngest stared wide-eyed after them, before his gaze flicked to the stranger in the entrance again in confusion.