Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

A jump. A spin. A playful boo. It was amusing to see each of his sons responding differently. Ata was quick to the rebound, jumping for his face. Ping barked back and kept him equally as distracted. Sitamat fell over in fear and barked back his lack of amusement. Perhaps he had a bit of Tonravik in him. Super serious. Unsure what it meant to play. No matter. Iqniq didn't have any time to think on it as the two boys pounced him.

He was careful to keep his paws somewhat light as he made his evasive maneuvers to try to sneak away. He pawed at the children, pulling his head backwards and out of the way, before he plunged it back into the fray and began licking them. Their noses. Their ears. Their little toes. Whatever weaknesses they left exposed, he licked and nudged with his nose.