Sawtooth Spire Introduce a little Anarchy

@Sitamat

Her cubs had grown, and continued to do so, at a fast rate. This pleased her greatly. They could even speak more, now, and seemed to understand things better. Tonravik had not enjoyed them as babes she had to maintain when they could not maintain themselves (as newborns), but now, she found she did moreso. Tonravik permitted their noise due to understanding that now they were truly beginning to learn and understand. Sometimes they vocalized what they were doing, and Tonravik was pleased to see that they knew.

Her bilingual cubs switched in tongues without knowing or recognizing it. Tonravik would not reprimand them for this. Their branch would learn the tongue with them, and all of the outsiders would not be told. Tonravik let them learn as they would, and it seemed each cub was as quick to learn as they were to grow. She and her mate had bore four creatures who were bright and strong. Her pride was great.

Tonravik rose well before first light. The Gamekeeper looked among her sleeping bunch and her eyes landed upon the dark Sitamat. His eyes were still changing, but this son was most like her in appearance already in his furs alone. No one son was identical; the bear cubs were diverse in their appearance. She licked her nostrils and stepped toward him, careful not to step upon any other in the process. It was him her wet nose pressed roughly against, forcefully waking him as she often would on these mornings. At this point, surely he was used to it. Perhaps even expectant of it. On Thursday mornings, she had her son join her on her cache and Gamekeeper activities.