Sawtooth Spire prism

Last post from me. :)

Malrok continued to interact with his brother under the watchful eye of Tonravik. In time, he would learn to associate the sights with the smells that he already knew so well. In fact, it would only take mere hours for the second-born to catch on to the fact that these were the beings he had encountered day-in and day-out since the second he was born. Perhaps, also, he would catch a glimpse of his father's red fur from time to time. The creamy pup would also keep on attempting to escape the den, thwarted again and again by his mother.