Sawtooth Spire We wrote and we wrote, 'til there were no more words.

She heard her mother's call from beyond the cave, but stubbornly ignored the spark of her curiosity. Still sour over having been scolded for playing with Mama's tail too roughly, Ciri sulked quietly toward the rear of the den even when the tawny she-wolf appeared at its entrance.

All frustration melted away, however, when her dam piped up that they needed to "get moving". She sprang to life and gathered to her paws, eyes wide with wonder as she sought Nyx' yellow gaze. "Where!?" Ciri demanded, tail swinging eagerly at her rear.

Her mother's elaboration was not ideal, however. Somewhere new to sleep? What was wrong with this place? Ciri twitched a smooth ear, unsatisfied, but another adult arrived at the cave just as she prepared to complain. "Papa!" Ciri chirped, "hiya!"