Sawtooth Spire Always a catch

Tonravik's plume waved at his submissive lick. He had run with them a long time, but given the fact that this was their first litter, she was incredibly sensitive to letting others have access to them as actively as she and her mate did. He had some of her trust from bearing the name alone, and his longevity, too; but her cubs brought her to question others and their intent... at least, for the moment.

His question was met with a grunt as she turned to bring him nearer to the brood. She did not mind him interacting with her present, and would watch with apt interest. And so he understood her completely, as she looked to the boys who no longer resembled squirming worms, she said with more eagerness, "Yes." It was good to get any time at all alone... but the idea that she could have more thanks to Aariak appealed to her greatly. He was a good man, she had little doubt that Aariak could handle himself around them... she only needed to see it.