Sawtooth Spire tin cans and string

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It came as no surprise that the youngest was asleep when Iqniq called to him. An ear twitched, and the dark form unfurled and grumbled as he was roused awake. He was reluctant to finally open his eyes — the blue of puppyhood finally gaining a burst of gold around the pupil — but when he did, the boy shot straight up. "AT-TAK," he responded drowsily, not quite getting the word for father right just yet. At least he was able to put a name to a face.

Having Iqniq around so often now, Sitamat was no longer wary of the man. In fact, he was excited he had called to him specifically. He rose onto all fours, stumbling over one of his brothers (or himself, who knew), and ungainly made his way towards the entrance of the den where his father waited.

Upon reaching him, the youngest bumped his nose with his own with a wiggle of his tail and an excited, "at-tah-k!"