Sawtooth Spire higher ground

Something was out there. Loud rustling of the undergrowth surrounding the den announced the thing's presence first, and Sitamat nervously hunched himself low to the ground. He thought of turning back, either to alert his father to the threat or simply curl up with the rest of his siblings and join them in their nap, forgoing his excursion entirely. However, before he could move, a bark sounded. Sitamat's stubby ears pricked, and his tail began to wiggle as Tatsuya crept into view.

While he didn't know many of his pack mates yet, the dark male with the odd markings was one he was more familiar with. He was the one that came with playthings before! When he softly called his name — for Sitamat was one of the words he recognised now — the boy glanced back to his dozing family before rising to his paws. The second summon spurred him into action — quicker perhaps than Tatsuya had intended — slowly waddling out into the open towards the much larger wolf. He gave his tail a few wiggles before blinking up at him with a shy smile.

"Sit?" he tried, attempting to say the word siutit, the word his mother had taught him for ears. To him, it was simply a word that once got him food and was one of the more easier sounds to pronounce currently.