Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

While he was pawing at his nose and snorting, his father came in for a check-up. An affectionate tongue bathed his nose, and he chittered with delight. He let loose another good sneeze and then his own tongue flicked out to collect any mess that may have resulted. With that, the fit appeared to be over, and he gazed at the spire's king appreciatively. Thanks for the help, Dad! his warm gaze would say. His attention was then drawn to his brothers: Atuaserk, who was pinned beneath a broad paw, and Sitamat, who surprisingly was beginning to creep up on him. Pingasut's ears thrust forward with interest as he observed his more timid brother making a move to further trap the brown cub.