Broken Antler Fen Venus in Furs

The Sveijarn was pleased at Sebastian's enthusiastic response, until the basic question of 'can u eve fish, bro?' arose. "Uhhh, yeah," Valtyr responded, though his tone was not wholly convincing. Could he fish? Sure. Could he fish well? Thaatttt was questionable. However, he kew himself to be a quick study and hoped by mimicing Sebastian he wouldn't look completely inept. Fishing was a benchmark of the Fen pack, and it was important to know in either case - broken ego or not. 

Valtyr dropped in line besides the large alpha. Though he was just as tall, if not taller, Valtyr did not posses half the mass of his comrade. Though the firefoot had always hoped for such a hunky bod, it seemed genetics weren't so favorable in that category. Now, at almost two years of age, Valtyr was pretty much going to look like a string bean the rest of his life. 

Eventually they reached the Fen's calm shore and Valtyr extended one foot forward, "Ladies first" he jested. Though, he really just wanted to watch Sebastian go first.