Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

The whelp before him positively vibrated. Tatsuya tried to touch the pup's nose with his own, but Pingasut – little stinker – was quick to see if he had any food to spare. Of course, the answer was a definitive no. And yet that did not stop the rabbit he ate this morning to lurch uncomfortable in his stomach. He heaved dryly once, twice. No! Stay down! Much to Tatsuya's dismay, it did not, in fact, stay down. Maw parting, he heaved a third time. Out came some partially regurgitated strips of meat. Enough to whet all four pups' respective appetites. Damn it! I needed that...Sourly, he bared his teeth at the fox. Pups needed sustenance, but this little shit right here was acting like he was starving!
Passing over Pingasut with a displeased growl – tongue slopping over the pup's head – did he approach the timid Sitamat. Sensing the boy's timidity, Tatsuya went through the motions as slowly as possible. Don't wanna spook him too terribly. From where the wolverine was standing, though, the plump cub looked like an extra limb of Tonravik. He chortled briefly, amused. Atuaserk's hellish snarls caused Tatsuya to look behind him. The spawn of satan was hanging by the scruff, positively pissed to be handled in such a way. And who else could the handler be other than Echelon. He smirked at her. Got your paws full, huh? Like attracts like, it seems...though Atuaserk's got some growing up to do if he wants to match the asshole that is Echelon.
Turning his attention back to Sitamat, he resumed his approach. Eyes fixed upon the pup for giveaway signs of discomfort, Tatsuya lowered himself to the ground to crawl. The pup didn't have Pingasut's fire. So then what did he have?