Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

He wiped his snotty nose along Tonravik's foreleg, snivelling as he then rubbed a paw over his face. The sneeze had ruined his concentration on getting the perfect howl, and he pouted as he heard the laughter echoing in from outside. He didn't understand that it was amusing to his father, but was unhappy that his attempted howl had been cut so short.

Taking another breath, the youngest again went to try before Iqniq beat him to it. The sound started low, before becoming one deep, drawn-out sound, booming in through the den, echoing around there and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Completely silent, Sitamat listened in awe to the majesty of the Alpha's howl. When it ended, he yipped happily — a sort of round of applause for the man's great performance.