Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

The youngest of the brood shared his family's tension, his apprehension on par with Atuaserk's. He exchanged a glance with his brother, before looking up to his father inquisitively. Something felt...not right. They were herded to the den after their daily outing like usual but lingered at the front now. Sitamat sat beside the eldest, peering up at the dark clouds that gathered in the sky.

His worry was appeased a bit with the appearance of his mother, who came to them with a bundle of rabbits swinging from her jaws. Stubby tail wiggling, the boy visibly perked up and made towards Tonravik, wanting to test if she herself had had a meal yet (so he could steal a half-disgested portion), but the sudden loud clap of thunder caused him to yelp loudly and retreat back to his brother's side, ducking behind him as Atuaserk growled threateningly. He stared up at the sky, wide-eyed and breathing heavily, before his gaze fell upon his parents. What was that?