Sawtooth Spire higher ground

Sitamat did not come running like his zippy fox of a brother. He suspected it would be a while before the bear cub of the bunch galloped out into the open. And yet he wasted no time in greeting him, pencil tail wiggling blithely. Tatsuya's own appendage responded in kind, lazily sweeping against his hocks. Sitamat's shy smile was met with a comely grin from the Delta. Maybe Sitamat's fearfulness was a passing phase borne of innate caution. Whatever the reason, the wolverine was pleased to see him taking the initiative.
Ears jerked atop his crown. The whelp was full of surprises today! To bear witness to the pup's first (to his knowledge) word caused butterflies to flutter in his stomach. Tatsuya was all too happy to do as Sitamat asked, sitting on his haunches. “Sit,” he echoed to express the meaning behind the word. Wait. What if he was trying to say his name? The boy already knew his name, having come when beckoned. Tatsuya knew very little Inuit. In retrospect, he could definitely see Tonravik trying to teach her children the tongue. How she went about this process the wolverine did not know, though he had a sneaking suspicion the payoff was food.
“What. Do. You. Want. Sitamat.” Ever hopeful to acquire the pup's involvement, he spoke slowly and emphatically. Saying it all in one go might confound him. Or the Delta could be underestimating him. Tatsuya decided to put that theory to test. “What do you want Sitamat?”