Sawtooth Spire Harvey Two-Face

It didn't occur to the boy yet that he had just spoken one of his first comprehensible words. Amongst the babble and half-formed echoes that spilled from his mouth, he had managed to finally pronounce something that sounded like an actual word. It would take a while longer before he could convey anything of use, but at least it was a start.

After his attempt at making a cache, he stared up at his mother with a look of eagerness, hoping she approved. His face fell as he saw her own. Tonravik's expression was one of dissatisfaction, and the tone in her voice told Sitamat that he had done the exact opposite of what he wanted to achieve. His features crumpled in frustration, the tip of his tail flicking angrily at the small hole he now stared at. It had to be bigger.

At the alpha's gesture, the pup launched forward once again and attacked the ground with vigour, sending dirt flying haphazardly into the air and refusing to stop until he was physically forced.