Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

He was not at all concerned. He was excited. The world was not big enough for the fox, who could not wait to leave the den and had been gradually testing the limits to how far he could wander from it without invoking his mother's wrath. Despite this, he did not stray far from the group like his siblings, for he did not want to miss out or be left behind. Besides, their parents were quick to keep the pups corralled and moving.

Like his brother's, he had a hundred questions dancing on his tongue as they arrived at their destination, but the warmth of the stones held his attention and kept him from speaking. He sniffed, licked, and pawed at them, having never experienced anything but an icy touch from rocks. It did not alarm him. Rather, it invited him, for he was a creature that loved a warm touch. He sank to his belly, spread eagle upon the stone. He glanced around, finally settling his blue eyes on his parents with question.