Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

He frowned. He wanted to know now, though his father was moving on to another topic. His petulant argument would get him nowhere so instead of voicing his disruption, Ata made sure he would remember to ask Atatak about it later. His eyes, in the middle of their shift to a color that matched his father's eyes, examined the ground for a moment before his frown disappeared, ears perking to listen. New place to sleep? He looked around again, taking in the large and expansive area.

Yes. Yes, he liked that idea. His mouth opened to state this but Ping beat him to it. "Hey!" He yapped, moving to pounce on his smaller brother. "I was say that!!" Teeth would have reached for his brother's ear too, had his father not started howling. Immediately, the call resonated in his chest, his own voice joining in instinctively.

Right. With that out of the way, he went back to trying to get the fox lookalike to wrestle with him. Minutes later, he was interrupted yet again by the appearance of other wolves. One, he vaguely remembered but the other was totally unknown. Pulling away from Three. the eldest brother approached the gangly male with puffed up fur and stiff legs, demanding with a little growl: "Who you?"