Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Slowly, Sitamat was becoming less and less resistant to change. Weeks before, he would have had to been dragged kicking and screaming from the whelping den to this new place. Now, however, the youngest happily followed along with the rest of his family, curious as to where they were going. It was strange that they were all going together, and that whenever one of the pups were distracted they were redirected on course. Sitamat was puzzled, but he followed his parents nevertheless.

He wasn't as excitable and energetic as his eldest brother, but nor did he placidly remain by his mother and father's side. The boy trailed slightly behind, stopping every so often at a twisted tree root or upturned rock, inspecting it curiously before being urged onwards again.

When they seemingly reached their destination, Sitamat cast a glance around the open sky, glancing once at Iqniq in confusion. Atuaserk voiced one of the many questions swirling in his mind. Why were the rocks so warm? What were they doing here? The alpha pair settled, and Sitamat took this as a cue to not go any further. He reclined obediently — falling onto one of the flatter rocks with a soft thump — and sniffed around his forepaws at the grass that poked through the ground. A beetle crawled leisurely up a single blade before the cub quickly caught it between his teeth, entertaining himself while the rest of his brothers settled.