Sawtooth Spire Introduce a little Anarchy

Cache. Just as he thought. A small determined smile appeared on his face and his tail waved with joy — both because his assumption was correct and because the food caches were his favourite place. They continued forward a few more paces before she paused, and Sitamat stumbled to an ungraceful stop beside her. He looked up at Tonravik's deep voice. It was a simple but direct question, one he understood fully.

With a nod, the boy leapt onto all fours again and took a moment or two to get his bearings. "Taku," he spoke, gaze sweeping the area. Look. He voiced his actions mainly for his own benefit, to set certain routines in his mind before a particular task.

When he spotted a patch of disturbed ground, the two-month-old bounded forward hastily, unfortunately falling a few lengths short of the actual cache. The scent of meat was strong here, though, so Sitamat stuck his nose to the ground and breathed in the smell. "Smell," he announced in their tongue before crying, "dig!" and digging into the ground, huffing in dismay as he realised all he unearthed was a single, wiggling worm.