Sawtooth Spire i'd free all my sons

The man was quick to notice he had gained a small audience, and Sitamat audibly gasped as he swung his head to look to him. His eyes were similar to Iqniq's fur, a molten mix of fiery colours. As the stranger observed him, so did the younger wolf, his stance rigid and stiff as if he had been caught red-handed doing something he shouldn't have been doing. Did the lanky man want him there? Maybe he should just go back to the den...

Hurry up. Sitamat perked at the words, ears flicking straight up once before flattening again warily. He listened, however, curious. His vocabulary now much larger than a few weeks ago, he understood much of what the man said, though confusion still remained written plainly across his features. He had not yet spotted the skulls the spider had stowed away to bury. "'Til wha' come back?" he prompted softly, edging forward as he stared towards the pitch of dirt the stranger was digging at.