Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

Belly full and comfortably nestled against one of his brothers, Sitamat slept, at his happiest when the basic needs of hunger and warmth were met. He could have lay there all day (and intended to do so), but his father apparently had other plans and rudely nosed them all awake. While Atuaserk and Pingasut were eager to rouse and chased their father out of the den with all the vigour a pup should have, Sitamat took a bit more time to fully wake up, making soft, disgruntled sounds as he did so. He peered out at the bright world beyond the den where his brothers had disappeared to and debated for a moment whether he wanted to follow them or not. He was mighty comfy here. The sounds of play and Atuaserk's faint, questioning voice stirred his curiousity, though, and so the youngest pulled himself to his feet and trotted towards the entrance.

He stopped just before it, poking his head out and looking to where his family were — a fair distance (at least, to him) from where they were usually allowed to play. Even though their father was with them, Sitamat yipped to alert his brothers that they were too far away, before summing up the courage to trundle out after them, though still hanging back a ways as he shifted nervously from paw to paw.