Fast asleep and absorbed only in his small dream world, Terance made no movements. It was not until his wonderful sister let out a loud yip that he was awakened, and he squeaked loudly in return. the dark blob wiggled and squirmed for a few moments as he made sense of what was going on and-- once he figured it all out-- began to pout. "Yyyn," he whined loudly, a choppy pronounciation of his sisters name, "Dar no maor," he said, reminding her that after you open you eyes the world is no longer dark. He did not enjoy this. He paid no attention to her walking. 

Baby Terance does take notice when his delicate sister fell, her cries filling his ears. "Yn!" he screeches. His tiny feets propell him forward, but he was unsure of how to walk and was too unstable to do it properly. His front paws work for two seconds before the collapsed beneath him, and he waddles forward with his face in the dirt and his hind legs scooting himself forward. A strange sight to adults, perhaps. "No maor awo!" he says to her, loud pleas for her not to cry anymore. He has no word for this, and therefore uses the sound as the word-- 'awo' fits nicely. "Wook!" he says, and rolls onto his back, his feet pawing at the air-- prime entertainment.

"Yn!" the boy returns, rolling onto his side and pawing at her shoulders as she nuzzles into him. "Yyyynn!" he yips, pawing more. "Pay? Pay? aaaay? ay! Pay!" he says, trying to get out the word 'play' in full. He's not sure how to say the letter 'L', so he just repeats it until he feels he's gotten his point across. Then the babe lets out a pitiful 'awwooo' and wiggles beside her.