Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

His fascination grew with each passing minute, ears strained all the way forward in attempt to catch any and all sounds that came from the outside world. He shifted upon Tonravik's foreleg, draping his own paws across it as his tail continued it's excited wiggling, gaze focused entirely on the entrance to the den. He still couldn't see who exactly he was communicating with, but his nose told him that, whoever it was, they were familiar. And entertaining.

The noise that reached him this time was lower, deeper in pitch. A drawn out sound that startled the boy. He had not expected that. After a moment or two of consideration, as if trying to figure out how to best respond, Sitamat drew himself upright with a deep breath. "Oooooh," he tested, before releasing something of a giggle at the odd sound and following it up with a louder, "OOOOOOOH."