Sawtooth Spire tin cans and string

@Sitamat

The pups were getting older. Their chubby little bodies were starting to balance out with longer limbs. Their soft puppy coats were starting to look a little scruffy due to the adult hair that began to creep out from underneath. Their eyes were starting to change colors too. The soft blue of puppyhood was beginning to shift towards the color they'd be for the rest of their lives. Physically, all of these changes were something of a thrill to notice, but their mental development was changing too.

They could speak more words. They were starting to understand more things. Object permanence. Their likes. Their dislikes. Personalities were forming. Iqniq took great strides to make sure he checked in with each of his children and see where they were at. From group activities to one on one adventures, he truly enjoyed every moment he spent with them.

Today? Today he decided to spend a little one on one time with Sitamat. Their youngest had certainly started out shy, but now that their world was bigger and he'd met a few of the other wolves of the pack, Iqniq was curious to see where he was at and if there was anything that caught his interest that he wanted to learn or pursue. Iqniq neared the densite, looking for him. "Sita?" he called, poking his nose into the darkness of the den to see if he couldn't find that bundle of dark fur.