Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

He held the wolf's eyes, his attitude brazen and bold. He was certainly the fearless one of the four young prodigies but that did not mean he was foolish, either. The line of his mouth pulled into a thoughtful frown as he eyed the man, his response touching some deep, primal thing inside him. Growling again, Atuaserk had half a mind to attack his legs but the approach from his mother stayed him from such course. Instead, the brown child backed up, paws carrying him backwards a bit until he stood off to the side of Ananak, farther from Ping now.

Glancing at the others that arrived, Atuaserk gave them little attention, instead watching the one that had called himself a Nightmare. In time, understanding would come, but his young mind only comprehended so much. Nightmares were bad things and while other children would grow fearful of bad things, the eldest child simply found challenge. Whether or not that was a displaced feeling, only time would tell. For now, he stayed silent as his shattered eye color strayed from target and instead looked to Mother and Father as they made their announcement. A tiny snort came from him. They were gonna let a Nightmare stay here? All the more reason to puff up his chest and stare hard at the male again.