Sawtooth Spire here goes the cold water

His brother's encouraging nudges and licks quickly turned into shoves and bites. When Pingasut nosed the boy forward, Sitamat let out a quick yelp and turned to face his smaller brother, ready to reprimand him for his impatience. For once, food was taking a back seat. Did he not realise something was happening in the sky? Something new and loud and greatly unsettling to the youngest boy. Atuaserk then grabbed at his ear and Sitamat lurched in his direction with a snap of puppy teeth and the softest of growls.

His uncharacteristic mood didn't last long, however. He followed the eldest to the pile of regurgitated food and his temper settled once he filled his stomach. Placated, he licked his lips and looked to Iqniq as he spoke. He was as puzzled by the word as Atuaserk, though did not dwell on it. Instead, he waddled over to Tonravik as she pulled herself into a sit.

He placed himself between her forelegs, starting when a droplet of water hit one of his own paws in time with a clap of thunder. Though, this time, instead of cowering, Sitamat reclined and licked at the water that had so mysteriously appeared on his leg, feeling safer now underneath Tonravik's beastly form.