Duck Lake renəˌsäns

Sven had realized too late that he had handled Swift badly. Especially when the boy had left. And guilt had eaten him. His mother and father had always taught him in the short time his fadir was with them to apologize when he was wrong. 

And he had wanted too, but Swift kept leaving until finally one day he didn't come back. Sven had waited and worried and with fear in his heart he had set out for the boy.

There was an air of hurriedness to him. Sven was always in a hurry. Rambunctious and a little wild, but there was a different type of hurry to his paws now.

A strange cracking noise drew his attention. And also curled his ears to his skull a little. He went slowly towards it. Finally seeing Swift a d breathing a sigh of relief.

He chuffed loud enough to be heard, but kept his stance open and a little unsure. He still owed him an apology after all.