Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

It seemed he wasn't going to have a say in whether or not he wanted to join in on today's activities. He watched curiously as his father left his brothers to come towards him, only to then try to quickly retreat back to the den as he realised exactly was he was going to do. Too late. The cub was hoisted into the air by the larger wolf, and he fell limp and helpless, letting himself be carried over to where his siblings played in the water. Or, rather, where Atuaserk played in the water. Pingasut was apparently horrified by it.

When he was set down by the creek's edge, Sitamat froze into a rigid sit, staring at the flowing water with a look of both wonder and unease. Droplets from the eldest's splashing hit his fur, and he went to shake it out before suddenly he was tackled by the giant. He went to back-peddle, but proved he was not quite yet in control of his body as he swerved and fell onto his side, rolling down the bank and into the stream. He fell into the water and was quickly drenched from head to toe and, after a quick shake, the boy turned to Atuaserk.

The sensation of the water rushing against his legs and the shock of the cool temperature prompted his excitement. His eyes brightened, and the boy bounced back over to his brother, flinging water into the air. "EEEEE," he cried back at him with glee.