Sawtooth Spire going out of frequency

Iqniq glanced towards her, a playful grin upon his lips. "I'm afraid of any wolf eating my paws." He'd caught her slip of tongue and he nudged her with his shoulder, bumping her aside as the crust of blood from her endeavors was rubbed into his coat. With his coloration, it was impossible to tell. Red on white. Absolutely feral. Red on red. A little harder to make a good impression.

"Whatchya up to?" he asked. It was obvious. She'd started off with these caches and was sort of mid-progress or could easily drift off to do something else. He just wasn't sure which. "Want company?"