Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

Tonravik paused when her son spoke what she believed was his first word.

Food.

Her ears pricked, and Tonravik stared at him for a minute longer than was normal, before her tail waved approvingly. Makes sense. As he moved to dig at the earth, the mother watched him until he stopped, looking at her for what she articulated with ease. Approval? She snorted. That little hole, and he was pleased with that...?

Disappointment was written upon her face. She had to remember that he was a child, and his attention span was limited to seconds at a time. He displayed a measure more than was normal, as all her cubs seemed to, likely due to how difficult she was to please and when they paid that attention, approval was 1% more likely to be earned. This time? "Mikidluartok," came her words of disapproval, and even if he could not comprehend the word, he would know the tone of scorn for what she perceived as a failure on his part.

She pawed at his attempt again and gestured at it, licking her chops and prompting him to continue.