Swiftcurrent Creek Teach Me to Sing

((At work... lots of baby muse! Sibs?? :D))

Mother was gone again, and the tiny creek pup's taste for adventure was insatiable. Every day his pudgy legs worked a little bit better, and crawling was a thing of the past. Jumping, cajoling, skipping, and galloping were now all apart of the boy's skill set, though he tumbled more often than not. Yet, the taste of dirt could not dissuade Valtýr. He knew no fear or danger - the world was his oyster.

Waking in the dewy hours after dawn, the boy nudged his sisters playfully, trying to rose them before a shiny beetle caught his eye. Attention distracted, Valtýr marched after the busy bug, slapping the ground with his broad paw as he made his way to the mouth of the den.