Sawtooth Spire Why So Serious

Atuaserk was quick to be reprimanded for his trouble-making, being heaved into the air by the smallest of the adults. He felt something pull him to his brother, to help him in his plight as he fought against the female, but his cautiousness held him back. Instead, he watched, slightly frightened, sinking into Tonravik's fur a little further. His brother's snarls upset him, along with the movement from the other wolves, and all the smells and sounds.

The large white one veered close to his parents to nudge them, and Sitamat cowered, watching her go and only straightening up again when she disappeared entirely. Suddenly, there was a violent heaving sound, followed by the tell-tale smell of dinner being served. The boy whipped his head around and his tail began to wiggle as he saw a heap of regurgitated meat being presented to Pingasut. The one who shared his meal was a large, dark wolf, similar to Tonravik. He had streaks of lighter markings, though, similar to Iqniq. Sitamat stared at him curiously before suddenly realising he was making his way towards him!

The youngest whined and pressed himself against his mother, rigid as he watched the man creep ever so slowly forward. The scent of meat hung heavily on him, and that prompted the boy to edge away from Tonravik, inch by inch, towards the stranger. His nose wiggled as he got closer, wanting to share some of his meal, too.