Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

Several times had he tried this move with his mother and always to the same result: she would lift her head out of reach of his little teeth and he would be forced to choose another point of aim. At least until such a time that he could reach that damned nose without her evading with such ease. So, when he darted as his father, he did so expecting the same reaction that the she-bear had, believing this would buy him the time he needed to scamper away with the prize; the skull. Indeed, the third born not only looked like a fox, but he was starting to think with the same craftiness that earned the red creature a place in lore and myth.

But, as he would come to understand more and more as time went by, his parents were two very different wolves. Iqniq did not lift his head, and his little teeth connected - gently - with his nose before his father flipped to his back and started to bat at him with those big ol paws. This is something his mother never would have done. The skull was momentarily forgotten, for Pingasut was still but a child that could not think of too many things at once. He threw himself into the game, gently biting at whatever he could and swinging his own, much daintier, paws. His father soon claimed his toes with his own soft nips, and as the boy shifted sideways to try and escape, he caught sight of that skull again.

Remembering his plan in the first place, he darted free from Iqniq as soon as he could and rushed for that skull with all the speed he could muster; as if he thought his father was privy to his thoughts and would be on his tail and nabbing him before he could get there, having known what the fox was up to. Of course, if he was not caught, he was going to put on a good show of scampering away with the prize.