Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

He was stopped. His father stopped. The pair faced off and his father dropped into a bow. His son mimicked him, an impish grin laid upon his lips as his rump swayed in the air. Time seemed to stand still. His eyes were narrowed in a shrewd focus, never deviating from his sire. The slightest twitch in Iqniq's muscles he was sure to catch (if you ask him). This was a game, but he wanted to win, even he had his own ideas on how to win in a game that had no clear rules or outcomes.  

The red king of the spire feinted forward, and the fox reacted fast. He sprang ahead, rushing past the skull and making a leap for his father's nose, his mouth parted and teeth armed to make a nip on the soft black leather.