Two Rivers Isle Father-Son time.

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.