Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

The shake of her head just confused the boy more, and he looked from her to the den and back again a couple of times before she began to move off. Puzzled as he was, Sitamat followed, tilting his head curiously as he did so. By now, he knew most of the area immediately outside the den, but his world was very limited so far. The path his mother took him on today was new. His steps were unsure as he trundled beside the much larger wolf with ears clearly displaying his nerves.

Suddenly, she looked to him, before moving him to where she had just sniffed. Sitamat stared up at his mother as if he asking what she wanted him to do, before he mimicked her movements. Oh. Scents flooded his nose as it gently prodded at the ground. The smell of Tonravik and Iqniq were the strongest, mingled with others both vaguely familiar and completely foreign. The trails criss-crossed and weaved and the cub followed one for a few steps before suddenly changing direction as he locked onto a new one. He glanced back at his mother, eyes wide with excitement.