Sawtooth Spire stealing bathrobes from the sheraton hotel

Last post from me!

His howl faded. It seemed to linger on the air, drifting with the passing wind as he lowered his head and turned his ears towards the shadows of the inner den. Silence greeted him, and after that, a yip from the youngster inside. Iqniq smiled as he shook his head in his amusement. He still couldn't wait to meet them. All of them, but he'd dilly dallied by the doorway long enough. He had his rounds to make and a snack to snatch for Tonravik before he could return and amuse himself with more chatter.

Iqniq rose. He lifted to his feet and informed Tonravik of his departure before setting off into the nearby forest.