Sawtooth Spire higher ground

Patrols were geared toward the den. The wolverine liked to stop by every couple of hours just to say hello to the cuties before continuing on. Was it odd he wanted to spend an inordinate amount of time with them more than his other pack mates? Tatsuya did not know. What he did know was his love and fascination for the cubs grew each time he met them. He gleaned pleasure from seeing their small, plump faces, their outrageously adorable tails. Okay. Time to go see them. Right now. It's been some odd or so hours since his last visit. Admittedly, he was going to check up on them forty-five minutes early.
Strolling up the dip between Sawtooth Spire and Shadow Mountain, the Delta announced himself with his bustling approach. Just to be safe, he barked his identification. Don't wanna alarm the current babysitter. Who seems to be Iqniq, currently. Is that snoring? Was that the Alpha or the pups? Curious, he crept over to the den entrance...only to spot the glassy sheen of eyes staring out at him. Recognition was instantaneous. As was his joy.
“Sitamat.” Voice a gentle croon meant to lull the pup out into the open. Perhaps not wholly. Not at first. He knew the boy was not as brave as his fox-furred brother. The wonder was evidently there. It simply needed to be coaxed. Tatsuya's heart swelled at the thought of Sitamat's adventurous bout, not knowing the boy was looking for food. “Sitamat,” he repeated in the same tenor. The wolverine was impatient but also understanding. To rush this momentous occurrence could backfire.