Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

He ambled along behind his fox-son. He kept his strides intentionally shorter so as not to overcome the child, while still giving him a good chase. Compared to Atuaserk, Pingasut was faster. The eldest bumbled along, while the smallest was nimble and quick. It was evident enough to Iqniq that Pinq would figure out how to survive. If he wasn't a fighter at heart, he most certainly could run. The child could always use that to his advantage if need be.

His nosing of the child cause Ping to weave. The boy's footing upon the pile of bones was surprisingly capable. Iqniq remembered struggling on the bone pile of the Spine. It'd been taller. More majestic. Harder to stabilize ones footing. As this Pukulria was still in its infant stages, it was significantly easier to navigate. Still. Even with that coyote skull in his mouth, the boy did not trip. Impressive.

Ping laughed. Iqniq grinned, tongue lolling as they continued their game of chase. The skull slipped. Iqniq came to a sudden halt, skidding over the layer of bones as Ping flipped and placed the skull between them. Iqniq dipped into a playful bow. It'd be easy enough to steal that coyote head away, but this was a game and their fun was not over yet. Iqniq feinted forward, curious to see if the pup would call his bluff.