Sawtooth Spire Paper Hearts

His father had certain hopes of sharing his love of water with his pups, but indeed, he would have to share his love in a different way when it came to the fox, for the third born was concrete in his opinion that the cool liquid, while refreshing on the tongue, did not belong on the toes. He was content where he was: lapping at the water, and soon transitioning to dipping his lips in far enough that he could blow bubbles. That new sensation, and the sight of the bubbles as they rose and broke, delighted the boy, who giggled to himself in between blowing.

His younger brother pulled his attention with a bark. Pingasut looked toward him quizzically, and as he felt the water drip down his chin his tongue slipped out to collect it. His brother then raised on his hind legs and brought himself down, sending a splash toward the red-haired boy and successfully getting him wet. With an indignant yelp he leaped back, retreating some distance from the edge of the stream and casting his brother a brief scowl, before he shook his coat and commenced cleaning. Again.