Sawtooth Spire DOS is more complicated

They explored the forest. This, that, and the other thing were pointed out as Iqniq guided his boy through the various places and spaces these woods had to offer. The boy echoed his words, forming the sounds upon his untrained tongue and vocals to the best of his ability. Ata tried, truly, but the father was amused by the makeshift names he came up with things.

He seemed super excited by the pinecone. Of all the things he'd pointed out, that one in particular was a hot ticket item. The boy bounded ahead, tackling the "pico" in such a way that Iqniq winced. He knew those were sharp around the edges. Ata'd discovered that the hard way and was now growling at it.

With a grin spread upon his lips, Iqniq approached the defensive boy, sniffed the pinecone, and gently picked the soft tip of it up between his teeth. The pinecone dangled beneath him as Iqniq demonstrated it was okay and mostly safe. Mostly... if handled with care. His eyes stole down to look at his son before he lobed the pinecone further away. It didn't thud, like everything else. This time, it landed with a "plop".

Father made eye contact with his son for just a moment, curiosity in his own eyes as he gave a "What was that?" sort of expression. They froze... and the second Ata moved to chase after it, Iqniq was right there with him.