Sawtooth Spire i'd free all my sons

It didn't take long to acquire interest and tall, inky ears swiveled at their bases at the sound of waddling approach. Fiery stare lanced the immediate area, lighting onto a small, squat, corpulent puppy with fur like pitch and eyes still lingering in that transition from ice to true color. It was blatantly there and observing. For a brief moment the spidery Eta simply observed its little round face. Maybe it was cute. If it grew up to be half as decent as its mother it would be. There was little knowledge to raising the young and thus no knowledge of whether or not the little beast understood words and sentences. It mattered little, in any event. Company was company.

"Hurry up," the wolf instructed, sharply-cut features nodding to the small hole beneath paws. "They wont bury themselves and we have limited time before they come back. It's almost too late," he concluded with a flare of nostrils and hitch upward of sooty eye ridge.