Sawtooth Spire DOS is more complicated

Their eldest must have some significant portion of chihuahua in him. He was an ankle-bitter through and through. Nippy. Easily excitable... Okay. That's where the similarities ended. The kid was all wolf... but mostly those baby teeth that just stung. He had some hell of a herding instinct in him that would be great for hunting one day, but for now? The kid needed something else to chew.

Iqniq was looking for the perfect stick. A regular stick? Those were easy to come across. A good stick? Now that was something worth finding. Something long and substantial. Something without extra limbs and branches or too many poky things. He found something, it wasn't quite what he was looking for, but in the moment it would do. Iqniq picked up a branch about a half a foot long and the perfect width for a puppy's mouth. He tossed the stick up ahead of them on their adventure and looked to the eldest. "Ata. Fetch."