Sawtooth Spire sit out there in the coven

The sound of a pebble flung against craggy ground did indeed capture his attention but it was not from the den that he emerged. No, the boy was actually perched on a lip of the rocky structure that made up the large den, and he raised his head when the stone skidded across the floor of the den. His eyes, mostly the same amber as his father's though they still held some blue, found the Spider, the Nightmare and instantly his hackles bristled. The man had illicited a sense of wariness from the boy and he didn't like that feeling. He didn't like it so much that he opted to ignore it, standing to climb down from his spot and approach the man, ears thrust forward as he came to a stop before him.

"What you want?" He demanded, similar to the time he had first confronted the Spider. While there was something to be said for caution, it was evident that Ata had little at the moment. It wasn't that he hadn't learned caution, either. On the contrary, he had. But caution was not a thing he thought of in this moment, just like he didn't think about the fact that the wolf's jaws were occupied with whatever it was he had caught.