Swiftcurrent Creek Wallaroo

There was a small pause in the conversation – one the boy would not comprehend as a rather interesting blurb of noise emitted from him – one that had to give the adult a moment to consider whether or not this word was actually a part of his vocabulary.

It couldn’t be. Paarthurnax would have cuffed anyone that dared to teach her near newborn boy that – and he partly expected the mother to come barreling out the den now, demanding to know what he was teaching 'little shitballs' as it was.

“Interesting,” he mused, his eyes sweeping over the youth as he clumsily attempted to mimic his own pose. “Bazi IS sexy, or Bazi has lots OF sex?” Either way, there was something dreadfully wrong with the way this conversation was certainly going.