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Vass was happy to lounge against his fathers flank that hot summer day, head on his paws and baby blue eyes fluttering between open and closed. Mama had gone out to do something, but the chestnut boy was more than happy to sprawl here with daddy for a while too. 
Before long, Burke stood, and Vassago's head was plopped to earth. Grumbling, he fixed the speckled man following Mother with a glare, nostrils flaring as he took in the newcomers scent. Daddy rumbled, a deeper and meaner sound than the little boy, but nonetheless Vass copied his father and growled lowly at Issun. Only once did his eyes flicker up to Burke, to make sure he was doing the right thing.
Pyro came up at some point, and that was the end of that. Daddy broke the stick into more pieces than his little brother had in the first place, and Vass took advantage of such fun things. He lunged forward, grabbing the biggest chunk in his jaws and spinning around to face Pyro with a playful growl and a bow of invitation.