Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

Once or twice, Sitamat went to move forward, possibly thinking about joining his two more rambunctious brothers. He hesitated each time though, shrinking backwards and resigning to sitting back and watching them instead. That was until Pingasut stumbled over their father's leg and face-planted the dirt. He trotted forward a few steps with a concerned yip, looking up to Iqniq as he tended to the smallest.

He didn't miss the subtle gesture towards Atuaserk, though. The boy looked over to where the eldest struggled underneath a large paw, nipping and squirming to overcome the situation. Sitamat looked up to Iqniq again uncertainly, not entirely sure what he wanted him to do. It didn't seem he'd be able to help Atuaserk escape — even if they were both the largest pups of the litter.

Slowly, he crept towards his brother, nosing him once before crawling onto his father's paw and aiding in his efforts to keep the brown-furred cub pinned. He then turned to Iqniq with a small, eager smile. Was this right?