Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

Tatsuya was a ways off from the den when the invitation rose, but when the sound reached him, he sped off. Bolting through the territory with jubilant yips and leaps, the Delta's blistering stride did not slow. Not until he scented Nanuk and Echelon. The two were prompt, as always. How would they react to Sawtooth's young? The question followed him the rest of the way there. No doubt his pack mates would hear his obnoxious pants and footfalls. He eased off the gas in part to Nanuk's bright fur through the foliage. She was still, much to his surprise. As is Echelon. You two 'fraid of children? Amusing thought, but understandable.
INDENTSlipping free of his verdure surroundings, he spotted Pingasut right off the bat. The cub's warm coat surprised him even though it shouldn't given Iqniq's fur. Speaking of which...A chuff – clipped in its delivery – directed at the father. He was nowhere near the male but the wolverine wanted to address him first and foremost. The Thing was still, well...a thing. The Delta did not want that to mold what happened here today. Nor did he want to worry about being attacked.
INDENTWith that done, he approached the malodorous whelp. And boy, did he stink. However, Tatsuya's zeal to know them beat out his suffering nose. He's been agonizing over this moment. So deep his love for these fuzzballs...A high pitched whine accompanied an excited thumping tail. Ears slipped back as he nervously began licking his lips. Perhaps he was selfish in this approach, aching to touch Tonravik's offspring. To memorize them by touch, taste, sound, and smell. Sans scent for Pingasut. And maybe touch. My poor nose.