Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

His ears turned to his father first, and then his head. He was attentive, despite the plethora of new sights and smells that demanded investigation. The coziness of the warm rocks aided that, as he was quite content to sit where he was, at least for a little while. His father's announcement that here among these comfortable stones would be their new sleeping spot came as a welcome surprise. "This is best day ever!" He blurted out, as his white-tipped tail danced back and forth. The second announcement that their new sleeping spot would be shared with their packmates tickled the fox even more, and he was quick to incline his head and add his own soft, almost feminine howl to the Spire king's.

A pack member he did not recognize was the first to arrive, and Pingasut's eyes, which remained blue and showed no signs of changing, swept to him and became fixed there. His ears were pushed forward with interest, and his mouth was quirked into a smile.