Sawtooth Spire Introduce a little Anarchy

Any time he fell out of step, the mother would continue to move on or nip him, alternating between the two. Her patience had never been her strong suit. And as ever, she wanted him to stay on task, to not dither and dilly dally. On occasion she would stop and sniff with him an area, but then, usher him along. At present, she had left him behind some steps, and he bounded forward to meet her. An ear flicked at his query, and she repeated, "Cache." A stiff nod was granted to him, and then, she stopped in her step.

In their tongue, the mother of four rumbled, "Where?" Could he remember the location, yet? Could he smell it? It was only just ahead, but she wondered on the mind of her children, and what they could do at this point.