Sawtooth Spire Introduce a little Anarchy

Sitamat had noticed the fact that their mother was...rougher with her shows of affection compared to those of their father. He didn't piece together what this meant entirely, but he wasn't fussed by it. Any affection from his parents was a-okay in his world. He allowed Tonravik to exit the den first before following, bounding awkwardly over the stray limbs of his litter mates and scampering to his mother's side where he stood, looking up at the dark sky.

There were hints of light that promised sunlight soon but, for the most part, the world still slept. Tonravik was quick to set off, Sitamat hurriedly following after her with his bumbling gait. He hadn't the grace of Pingasut or determination in his steps like Atuaserk, instead possessing an indecisive sort of waddle rather than an actual stride. Still, he kept up with the woman as much as he could, running forward when he fell out of step. "Cache?" he questioned eagerly to where they were headed, looking up to her although he knew the answer already.