Two Rivers Isle Father-Son time.

I thought a cute thread for @Vassago and we'll I guess @Pyro might join too... Haha you know I am kidding Anthony! And well @Malice is welcome too to watch the cuteness or something! Or you could use this time to have Malice explore with Aerowyn while Burke babysits. IDK! :D

Burke had awoken quite refreshed compared to the other days. It was a day after they arrived in these lands, still by the river side. Even though he had to explore more of the territory, Burke wasn't feeling quite up for it. He watched the two bundles, though his eye fell on Vassago the most. Pyro looked small and sickly. He was not sure if the pup was even going to make it. He hoped for Malice sanity that he would.

Burke pushed himself to his legs. "You want to walk yourself, Vas?," he asked and wiggled his bunnybutt, sinking a bit through his front legs to coax the pup closer to him and try to learn him the universal body language of the wolf. "Come, Vas, come to your father," he called out to the pup, not even that far away from him to be honest.

Vassago, as usual, was up quite early. It was, however, the only time of day in which he was fully calm and sweet, the sleepy little potato. It was only a little while after waking that his father also woke, but the best part was yet to come. The big dark man stood, Vass' baby blue eyes tracking him, and then Burke CALLED to him. And, like a clap of thunder, Vassago realized there was another sense added to his arsenal: hearing. In his groggy stupor of morning, the boy hadn't realized the chirping of birds or the wind fleeting across the earth. Burkes voice, however, had brought him to the realization of it all, and the pup grew even more excited than his father not that it was hard for the pup. Of course he didn't understand the vocalizations from his sires maw, but he could hear the excitement in his voice.
Didn't have to tell this little troublemaker twice, for as soon as Burke motioned for him to come he was scrambling over both Pyro and Malice in his haste to join. The chestnut faced boy slipped and tumbled into the earth, but he was fast to wiggle it off and prance to his father, burying his face in the big males foreleg. He wasn't yet a master of walking, slipping often and sometimes falling, but the confidient young boy was learning fast.

Weak was a good way to describe Pyro. His body did as best as it could, but it just wasn't enough to keep up with Vasaggo's rapid growth, both physically and in activity. But he had been blessed with patience, and from a early age he had learned to deal with Vasaggo's bullying.

Pyro was bowled over by his brother way too early in the morning as he tried to go over him to reach their dad. The little one whined disconcerted, he did not understand the need to do such thing, and his patience had suddenly collapsed. He got up in full-rage mode, and with as much equilibrium as he managed to gather he walked (or something like that) all the way to where Vasaggo had buried his face on their father's leg. Once there, Pyro growled fiercely and pulled the larger pup's ear with unimpressive strength before walking back to bed. Tht had been Pyro's first vengeful move ever.

Burke watched how eagerly Vassago responded. The father soon had one of his young close. He nosed over him in return, he wanted to jump away and make Vas follow him again. Yet then Pyro came grumbling in. Burke watched both from his higher perspective. The black pup looked weak but it seemed he was mentally a bit stronger wanting to wrestle with his brother like that--- Oh it seemed Pyro didn't want a full battle because he ran off again.

Burke's impression of him fell again, pale eyes a bit strict. Burke moved a bit further away from Vassago. "Come Vas," he called out, just like he had done before, coaxing the pup to walk and half run towards him. His pale eyes on Pyro, wondering if he was going to try anything again. The river was close by and he didn't want any of the two wandering too close. "Pryo, come," he called out. He did not want him to stay by himself so far away from here. "NOW.

Vassago had just been there, cuddling his father, when Pyro just BIT him! Now why the heck would he do that. The fiery boy whipped around, stumbing, and lunged for his little brothers tail, aiming to latch on and yank as the darker boy had his soft ear. 
Vass didn't get the chance to see if he got the tail or not, for when his father moved, so did the boys attention. Burke's call was enough to send the older brother springing clumsily away to where his grey father awaited his company, Pyro forgotten.
He didn't stop by the man, however, but further wandered into his new home.

Pyro's tail was caught as he tried to return to bed, and with a high-pitched yelp he ran away tucking his sore tail between his legs. It had been a bad idea, a very bad idea indeed, and most likely the last time he did something like that.

Before Pyro could settle down again to complete his sleeping time father called again. Although Pyro couldn't even understand what he was saying he was smart enough to see dad was pissed. He probably wanted him to leave Vasaggo alone, he was the favorite son after all, and so the littlest one got up and walked even further away from father. But hey! It hadn't been all for nothing, for further down a the slope he found something pretty! It was a large thing that interrupted the green on the ground, and it gleamed with blue hues and sounded so cool!

'A NEW TOY' thought Pyro before pouncing on at it. He wasn't expecting what came next at all. The toy, which wasn't an actual toy but a rushing river, took Pyro's little weak body and flushed it down the stream leaving little for him to prevent it.

When the pup ran away from him Burke was close to have steam come from his eyes. Fool! The large male let out a growl and instantly charged after the young black one, knowing that the thing would run towards the river. Burke went in pursuit, luckily for him the 3 week old pup was not that quick on his paws as Vassago. Malice would probably castrate him if Pyro would drown under his watch.

Burke saw the pup topple in and instantly jumped after him, thank god for his color and his father being an excellent fisherman. The male was quick to lift the pup from the river and step on land again. Burke made sure to locate Vassago first and return to him before placing down his dark colored, and wet, brother on the grass. Though it was done rather harshly. "Stupid Child! he growled to the pup, mad at the small child for disobeying him.

Vassago had followed his father to the shore, but was not so foolish as to get in too, his brother sure didn't look like he was having fun. The little chestnut boy, however, was having a good deal of it as he first poked but soon upgraded to smacking the water with a paw. He giggled furiously, laying down to dip both front paws in. The boy might've hated heights, but wow did he like the water! Surprisingly, he never once tried to get in, content for only his paws and muzzle to soak as he snapped his jaws at the liquid. By the time Burke was getting out with Pyro, little Vass was getting cold and was easy to sit up and grin at his father: but father wasn't happy. When the large grey male plopped the smaller brother next to his lighter brother, he yelled, and Vassago decided he didn't like that one bit. The vocalizations were not understood, but his agression was, with which Vassago matched perfectly. HE snapped his own jaws towarsd Burke and his face, but alas he was small and couldn't reach. Lucky you, Burke, you win this round. Vass hovered over his brother with a sassy, irritated flurry of yelps and barks towards their father, as if to tell him away from bullying the young one. 
He couldn't understand true speech, and often was rough with Pyro himself, but Vass was smart enough and developing enough to know that what he did, playing, was much different than the anger here.

Pyro was tiny, but had the boy been any smaller he would not have survived the ride. He swallowed dangerous amounts of water, which also got in his eyes, nose and ears before Burke could pull him out of the river.And in that moment he knew he wouldn't get close to a river ever again.

The boy was shaking horribly when Burke placed him down in the floor next to his brother, and coughed the water he'd swallowed back up. He could not hear Burke's growls rumbling above him, his ears were still hearing the flushing and deafening noise of the river. He just wanted to get back to mom as soon as possible, and his instinctive reaction was to cry for her. He whimpered and whined, which would probably only add to his father's bad mood. However, for once he found comfort in his bully brother, who instead of picking on him as usually, stepped up to stop his own father from eating him up. Pyro snuggled up behind the larger pup, trying to get as much heat from him as he could to survive.

Burke was rather relieved that Pyro was coughing and crying. It meant that the young one was surviving his fall into the water. Burke made sure to start to lick him clean. The male didn't want to have the sickly pup to catch a cold too. He might be sickly but that doesn't meant that he needed to get any sicker. When Vassago growled back at him, clearly trying to protect his brother. Burke gave him a warning nip in his shoulder. It was clear and wolf language, something Vassago could understand from instinct.

Burke grabbed Pyro once he was a bit more dry. He would needed to go to Malice. He nudged Vassago with his nose, telling him to walk by himself. It was clear that the young pup was more than capable of doing so while he carried Pyro.

End here. It continues in the thread with Malice! :)