Sawtooth Spire i'd free all my sons

The day found Sitamat nosing around the outskirts of their new den site, eager to commit certain sights and smells to memory. It had been made clear to them that this was there home now, this was their rendezvous site where they were free to roam and explore and integrate themselves further into the pack. Sitamat wasn't too fussed with the socialising aspect just yet, instead preferring to idle around and examine his curious new surroundings.

He had been busy shoving his nose into a small space between two rocks when the soft sound of footfalls distracted him. The cub withdrew, moss clinging to the tip of his nose as he swivelled his head to look for the source of the sound. There! A short distance away was a dark, leggy wolf who Sitamat mistook for his mother at first. He was quick to realise it was anyone but, for the stranger lacked the sheer girth Tonravik had. Instead, he seemed thinner, more...spindly. The chubby pup hesitated before deciding to investigate what the man was so intent on, pausing at length from him and watching keenly as he raked at the earth.