Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

His mother provided for him and for his siblings, and the fox did not hesitate to partake in the meal she had deposited on the floor. He delicately picked his pieces and ate them neatly, quickly swiping his tongue across his mouth anytime a morsel dared to dirty it. He watched the storm, and noticed how it changed as it drew closer, but still he was unbothered by it. His brothers moved in toward the food, and though he did not move to make any more room than was already available, he continued to eat without much concern.

The last born was about to eat when another clap of thunder spooked him. He whined, and the fox looked to him. Rising to his paws, he circled around Sitamat, and then shoved the crown of his head up against his back and made to push him the last few steps forward toward the meat. His thinking could almost be heard in his actions. Get over it an eat already!

As he had filled his belly, Pingasut settled down a few feet from his siblings, observing the storm.