Sawtooth Spire this whole rhapsody

Iqniq grinned. It appeared as though Ping wasn't so fond of a little rustling of his fur. He was starting to notice the boy was quite finicky over his appearance. For better or for worse, since this one took after his side of the gene pool, he imaged Pingasut would be quite the stud later in life. A little vanity would serve him well so long as he didn't obsess over it. Time would tell. Lessons would be learned.

"Ready to go show your brothers your new skull?" he asked as they trotted along. Ping didn't seem to like it on his head. Perhaps fox-boy would learn to share and one of the other boys could enjoy peering through the empty eye sockets of that skull while their heads were still small enough to fit.