Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

The next noise was also unexpected. A soft, strange sound that Sitamat hadn't heard much of — Tonravik wasn't one for laughing much. His brother's giggles were too high-pitched and were more squeals than anything else, and so the boy didn't connect the two sounds together. His tail stopped it's wagging as he puzzled at the noise, looking up to his mother in confusion. All he received was a lick.

He decided to echo the last noise; it seemed to emit a good response from the outside entity. Filling his tiny lungs, the youngest took the deepest breath he could, before throwing back his head and releasing another attempt at a howl, "OOOOOOOO—" that was cut abruptly short by a sneeze.