Sawtooth Spire i am not in control of my extremities

Tonravik heard the snort but did not think anything of it. Her eyes looked to Pingasut as he looked to her. She could feel the question, but she had already answered; she was immune to the bright baby blue eyes he wielded, and her own hardened. Her frustration was short-lived. Could he hear? Could he understand? Both things she did not know, but doubted. When they made noise there was no control at all to it, high pitched, low pitched... all at random.

The third-born exhibited that but seconds ago, in the short concert he had provided to her mate. Her ear twitched as she glanced to the mouth of the den, and then she glanced to the other cubs who were restful.