Two Rivers Isle Sandpiper

The new packmate was less than Vass had hoped for, turning his attention to his mother instead of playing with him. Well fine, he'd go off and find something else to harrass play with! Namely, Malice, or at least her hind leg. Charging on over to his mother with an excited woof, the little chestnut faced boy pounced face first into his mothers leg, paws wrapping around the grey furred toy. He gnawed on her knee with sharp little milk teeth, giggling all the while. It seemed the more mobile the little hellspawn prince grew, the more confidence he gained and, in turn, the more trouble he got into.