Sawtooth Spire there goes rabbit, he choked

bringing the date to the present!

His siblings were at rest after a game of scuffling and chasing, which he had opted out of as he instead inspected insects around the den; currently, he was all bit hidden in a tangle of brush. Ever alert to movement (less he miss out on something), the fox's attention was quickly stolen from a grasshopper when he spotted the red hues of his father's coat coming toward them. He did not miss that his father did not come empty-pawed, his eyes drawn immediately to the rabbit in his jaws.

The she-bear rose to her paws and retreated for some time alone, and Iqniq woofed to them. The third born did not hesitate. He bounded forth from his hideaway in the alders, tail wagging and posture notably lifted with excitement. "Tak!" He greeted brightly, whether by choice or because his tongue had not learned the full word was anyone's guess. He  drew close enough to bump his nose to the rabbit, the rhythm of his tail wag increasing ten fold, then plopped down on his fuzzy red rump and gazed expectantly at his father as his head canted to one side.

"It is belonging to me?" He inquired.