Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

Her rumbling warning and displeased stare silenced the pup immediately. His ears folded back and hackles rose out of both fear and submission, dipping his head low in apology. He still yearned for the creature that Tonravik held, though he would wait until his mother allowed him it back. Begging was apparently not tolerated. He followed quietly beside her, careful not to cause any more disruption that would earn him another growl.

Suddenly, they stopped and the rabbit was set upon the ground. Sitamat stayed by his mother, tail waving as he looked up to her, wondering if he could go play with it again. Instead, she clawed at the dirt, speaking a single word foreign to him, before some others that he definitely knew. "Food," he repeated clumsily in their tongue, his tail becoming a little more frantic in his wagging. He jumped forward when Tonravik paused, working his over-sized paws at the earth, flinging dirt in all directions. The hole he dug was minuscule compared to what was actually needed, but the boy turned to his mother with a pleased grin.