Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

Her mutter of words were nothing but nonsense to the boy, but the swift, gentle nip to his ear got across her meaning well enough. He ducked, though was too slow and felt her teeth graze one of his tiny ears. He shook his head as she released it, looking up as she spoke again. He kept quiet, allowing her to direct his gaze towards the warren. He almost reached up to lick the side of her mouth as she lowered her muzzle near him, but was distracted by sudden movement before them.

A creature, small and brown, appeared. Sitamat stared hard at it, taking a few moments to realise it was not Atuaserk. The first born was large, but not that large. And the ears were all wrong. He gave his mother a puzzled glance before taking a cautious step forward. The back of his neck prickled, and the boy gave a soft bark at the strange animal.