Sawtooth Spire What do you call an alligator in a vest?...

omg mine too
let's just not let them know of it's existence

Iqniq's bright face came out of the darkness of the forest, and with a gentle wag of his tail and a bow of his head, the Inuit greeted his leader. Aariak sat up as the fire wolf settled next to him, a simple matter of education, and then he offered his catch to his superior.

"I know it's not coyote but it was one hell of a fighter..." he barked, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. He had taken note of killing any canine that crossed his path since the moment Iqniq mentioned the attack, but he hadn't been lucky yet. Coyotes and puppies were never a good combinaion, and the pack needed to secure their young. "They are the future" his uncle would often say, and the man couldn't agree more.

"So... How are the boys?" he asked with a smile, "Got a closer look at them yet, or not even their father is allowed to see them?" and then that smile turned into more of a mirth. How grumpy could Tonravik be?