Sawtooth Spire Introduce a little Anarchy

He was quick to rise, and did not complain. Good. How wise her cubs were. It pleased her. He swept his muzzle beneath her chin, and Tonravik's own jaw traced the shape of his head with the gentle-roughness she possessed, entirely unable to be altogether gentle, try though she did. It was never her desire to hurt them. Only protect them. He greeted her with her name, and she stepped past him as he rose. Time to be on the move, and get to the first cache.

Daylight would soon come fully. The sky was still dark, but changing colors as the moon set and the sun began to lift. The first cache was relatively close by, but still a distance away. Her gait was mindful of the size of her son. Although they grew quickly, they were still small in comparison to her bearish form. It was hard to think that one day they would be the stature of their parents... except, she thought, Pingasut. He looked small, and she had no doubts the boy—prettier than her and more precious than her, at that age—would not grow as his brothers paws suggested they would.