Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

He had been content until his father licked him backwards, ruffling up his fur into a fauxhawk of sorts. Immediately he set about correcting this as his father rose to his paws in search of the skull. The fox swooped lowered his head and used a paw to restore order to the fur upon his crown, until it felt right, laying as it was intended by nature to lay. Then he craned his neck to lick as much of his back as he could, and when that did not quite suffice, he gave himself a shake. This re-arranged his fur to satisfaction. Meticulously maintaining his coat was becoming a thing of his.

With tongue lolling happily, he turned to pursue his father, but Iqniq had returned and deposited the skull back on his head. He tossed his head back to dislodge it, playfully pouncing it and seizing it in his jaws before trotting after the king of the Spire.