Sawtooth Spire your fur is red, so beautiful, like an angel in disguise

It occurred to him that he would have to start being a little more careful. The warm stones of their new den site were comfortable. Too comfortable. If he was not more considerate of his time, he could sense the laziness within him threatening to take hold. There were days when he could use a good nap and those warm stones made it all too easy to give comfortable and drift to sleep.

He lounged upon the heated stones as he mentally tried to fight of the onset of a lazy afternoon nap. He was losing. Muzzle lowered to his paws there was little he could do as far as fighting back save to let loose the occasional yawn and let his ears twitch whenever a fly buzzed too close. The children were off playing. They were large enough now and significantly more durable. He feared less for them than before, but caution was always present on his mind.

A bark from something that was not his children tickled his father senses. Nap time was over. With lifted ears and a sudden sense of alarm, Iqniq was on his feet and moving to join his curious son. Well now, this was interesting. The boy was finally meeting his doppelganger in the form of a full grown fox who'd sent up its own form of alarm upon encountering Pingasut. Iqniq lowered himself protectively over his son and growled at the red-furred lesser canine. It would need to be exterminated.