Sawtooth Spire higher ground

The barrier between them was painfully obvious. As Tatsuya stared at him with his golden eyes, Sitamat stared back unblinkingly, hoping he would understand. Any second now. Tonravik and Iqniq seemed to have no trouble discerning their boy's desires, so the youngest was perplexed as to why this other adult couldn't. Instead of heeding his request for rabbit, Sitamat received a gentle prod against his forehead. He accepted it with a happy wag of his tail, but quickly reverted back to pouting impatiently.

Until Tatsuya suddenly had his muzzle in his reach.

The word food was mentioned — a word he was all too familiar with. The pudgy boy heard the upset in his words but gave no indication that he realised he had offended the poor man. He quickly focused all his attention on receiving a meal from the adult, who he assumed would be all too happy to provide a meal, like his parents usually were. He made to lick at the beast's mouth, but a single, icy word caused him to back-peddal, his ears laying flat. His blue eyes looked up to Tatsuya, confused by the firmness of his tone.