Sawtooth Spire words in the water

Naps were wonderful, brilliant things. With the chill of winter lingering on the air, he found himself more prone to hibernating on the comfort of their new warm patch of earth. Not wanting to be bothered, he was huddled up with @Tonravik for an afternoon nap and was very near to dozing off when his son assaulted his ear. Iqniq grunted and nestled closer to Tonravik with the hopes that it would go away. It didn't. His ears were captured by puppy teeth in a way that made him flinch and pray Tonravik would take care of it. No such luck.

Eventually he rolled over and captured Atuaserk beneath him. Still somewhat sluggish and lethargic, he lingered with his chest pinning down the boy as he squealed something about swimming. "Mmm," the warm sound escaped him. Swim season was nearing its close and soon swim lessons would turn to ice skating. Maybe. In the mean time, he feigned ignorance as to where his son had disappeared to. "Where did Ata go? He was just here..."