Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Tonravik kept to the rear of the group, nipping at heels when one lagged and keeping a general watch to keep them on task. They were easily distracted, young as they were. She inspected her four growing sons who traveled well, sniffing around with them from time to time, until pressing them to move on. Her mate was more patient than she, though they got the job done in good time working together as they did.

Upon arrival, she moved beside her mate and turned to face the lot of them. A cool autumn breeze ruffled her furs, and she nosed her mate, looking to the gang of boys before them they had produced. They truly had grown, and as they proved, were still growing. This place was spacious; it offered views of the open-sky, but also had plenty of cover. Tonravik waited 'til they settled themselves before doing anything else.