Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

The skull cap was short lived. Ping froze beneath the weight of it, before the head slipped off of his crown and back into the pile. Iqniq's ears drooped for a moment. He was hoping to engrain the image of the bad ass fox pup into his memory, but it seemed the window of opportunity for such a thing was short lived. No matter, the boy decided to make a game of it, something at which Iqniq immediately bright up at. Yesssss. His kids were playfully fun.

A yip escaped him as he scrambled over the pile of bones and moved to chase after his little fox. He kept his strides short, so as not to overtake the youngster's strides too quickly, but in the same instance, put up a good chase. There was learning and survival instinct to be found in little games like these. He hoped his children would have an opportunity to learn these little lessons in safe company so they might later apply them in the wild.

He gained at Ping and nipped at his flying little tail, encouraging him to run faster. He nudged the pup's flank, encouraging Ping to weave as he made away with the coyote skull.