Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

The spider had kept a sullen solitude against the borders of the vast territory. Not much could satiate the odd feeling that attempted to lure the Eta from the Spire. It was as wide paws attempted to cross the threshold of the borders that the very faint echo of a call rose up from the interior of their fortress. Fiery eyes narrowed against the horizon, proffering a very large sigh, before turning on heel and rambling to those that summoned. 

The scene appeared as ground-eating lope quelled to a lanky trot. The leader pair stood with their get. Head lowered in respect, ears slicking back and tail ever neutral at hocks. Little was given as a greeting, unsure what sort of call this was having entered the meeting first, it seemed. Instead, focus raptly traveled from one youth to the next, studying each with a blazing intensity. Only when every little subject had been imprinted to memory did focus dawdle to Tonravik and Iqniq.