Sawtooth Spire being a father and a primadonna

Last post from me!

Pingasut was saved from the sneezes! It appeared the lick to the nose had helped and with it the boy rank his own tongue over his nose. Too much dad slobber? Iqniq didn't know. Instead he simply grinned as he watched Sitamat slink out of the shadows and move to help trap the squirming Atuaserk. All of the boys were playing now in some capacity, some frustratingly trying to escape, others aiding in the entrapment. It was all in good fun.

They all ganged up on Ata. Sort of. Iqniq tried lifting his paw when Sitamat plopped down on it, but the motion was a little awkward to carry any sort of weight, puppy mass or no. Nevertheless, Ata squirmed and wiggled free. Iqniq's paw, still weighted by Sita, fell to the ground and Iqniq braced for the onslaught of Ata furry. The ears. The nose. The whiskers. Whichever. He pulled all the boys into play and puppy wrestling until dear old dad was tuckered out.