Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

The water delighted him, especially as Atatak splashed him. It could be said that in his puppyhood, the boy was somewhat fearless, barreling into the unknown with little more than a thought. Perhaps this would be curbed as he grew older, but for now it was part of his budding personality. Mimicking his father, he took a paw and stamped it in the stream's bed, squealing when drops came up and splashed his face.

He did the same with his other paw, and then the other! More! As fast as he could now, he stomped his front paws in the water to continue splashing, even as the father-unit set Sitamat down near him. "Siiii!!!!" He cried, bounding forward to pounce his brother and share in his excitement. The quick lesson Atatak was giving the third born was lost on Ata then, his goal right now to splash the dark, similarly sized pup.