Sawtooth Spire higher ground

The boy's eyes glinted with understanding. Beyond that, he made no attempt to answer his question. A sigh whistled past his lips. Did the pup know a lick of English? Tatsuya has only just scratched the surface of this odd, mysterious tongue. Sitamat likely knew more words than he did! Nonetheless, the wolverine wasn't about to back off from this perplexity. His curiosity waxed as Sitamat leapt with a cry. “Sit!” The Delta was beginning to think that the boy was attempting to convey his desires in Inuit. But what that could be, Tatsuya had no idea. Sitamat's frustration was tangible; proving to be a barrier between provider and the provided. This could go on for a while. I can't stay here, much as I would like. Got stuff to do.
The cogs started to manifestly turn in four's head. Syllabic verses dribbled from the youth's maw, ending with a conclusive term. Uukaluk. What in the world did uukaluk mean? Frowning, he looked upon Sitamat with a quirked head. He expressed confusion just as the pup did moments ago. Leaning down, he tried to bop his nose against Sitamat's forehead. While doing this, the Delta tried to think of what he could possibly want. What does a pup usually want? Play? If Sitamat wanted to play, words wouldn't have been needed, so that was a no. The other shot in the dark was...food? Why else would the boy be raring to accost him?
“Food. Is that what you want?” His tone betrayed his hurt at being used. Was that all he was to these guys? A dispenser of yummies? I should have known better. There's always an ulterior motive. “Well?” Glacial impatience, the word alone enough to make anyone cringe. Unbeknownst to Tatsuya, his muzzle was well within the pup's range. Who knows what could happen if four licks and nips at his elder's maw...