Sawtooth Spire Always a catch

Aariak was driven by his Alpha towards the whelping den, where the forms of four little balls of brown fur laid asleep in absolute comfort. He knew that doing this was not an easy call on the female because, as all mothers did, she was protective of her first brood as she had never been over anything before. This was her first time, her first experience as a mother, but she was lucky to have Iqniq by her side, who although had as much experience as her, was passionate about his sons.

Tonravik admitted that she was ready to go back to the world again, which was met with a nod from the caretaker. That single nod meant many things. He was assuring her that the time was right. He was assuring her that he would be there to fill in her place when needed. But mostly, he was promising that her children would be fine under his care.

Taking the chance, the male stepped into the den with caution, and hopefully with Tonravik's approval the male sniffed over the pups, recognizing each of them by scent.