Sawtooth Spire Corynorhinus

Sitamat didn't register that his parents were talking about him and his timidity. He didn't even spare them a glance, instead watching his brothers as they interacted with the large, foreign creature. Atuaserk was unfazed by his tumble and continuously sought unprotected extremities before being nestled in with Pingasut, who effortlessly blended into their father's fur. The two had settled, and Sitamat cast a glance back to Malrok as if asking what he thought of all this.

Turning back, the boy sucked in a breath and crept forward once again, summing up all the courage he had in order to greet the unknown man. He seemed harmless enough. Of course, Sitamat had no concept of what danger really was yet, and only relied on instinct for the moment. And change, to him, was cause for concern. He stopped as he reached Iqniq's muzzle, which lay level to his own head. With gentle prods, the boy inspected his father's nose, bumping it with his own and wagging his tail at the strange texture.