Sawtooth Spire I'm Not a Hero

Food! As Tonravik wretched and brought up their half of whatever she had eaten last, Sitamat visibly grew more energised. His chubby body almost vibrated and, when he was free to do so, gorged on the pile of regurgitated meat — his efforts the polar opposite of Pingasut's more civilised manners. After his fill, the boy watched as their mother strode to check on and then encourage Malrok outside of the den. He yipped at his pale-furred brother, tail wiggling. He wasn't feeling so tired anymore.

Tonravik then strode beyond the den site and Sitamat's pale blue eyes followed, worry suddenly stirring in their depths. The casual wave of her tail was an invitation, one Pingasut was quick to accept, though the youngest hesitated. Where were they going? Not wanting to be left behind, however, he strode after his siblings and their mother before they set off, his head tilting in curiousity.