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

It was nice to have another body to help with the watching of the children. Someone who was experienced in it. Someone he could trust to teach them how to grow up in the Tartok way of life. The addition of another helping hand was a valuable reassurance that Iqniq and Tonravik would be able to retain all the duties necessary of their lives while also knowing their children were in good hands. As nice as it would have been for them both to put life on hold to raise their pups, he knew that wasn't a possibility. Trading off would be an excellent thing. He was glad for a baby sitter.

At the mention of teaching them a thing or two, Iqniq's ears lifted. "Oh yeah? What kinds of things?" he was curious. He wasn't overly familiar with the developmental stages of puppyhood or what that entailed as far as learning capabilities. He'd mostly be judging that via a series of guess and check. He'd probably introduce new things too soon, but hey, this was his first time at being a present parent. There was a large margin for error. He'd make the best of it.