Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

Today is their three week birthday! They can toddle around now, according to the Guidebook.

Cypress toddled busily around the den on chubby little legs, his tail jutting straight behind him and ticking wildly, like a metronome gone off the rails, as he veered to the left or right. His ears, still buttoned closed, afforded him a greater sense of hearing than he had previously enjoyed, and as a brisk, blustery gust of wind danced through the den door, causing one of the rawhide strips @Kieran had brought to rattle on the ground, he turned immediately toward it with wide blue eyes. “Nah!” he babbled, bumbling clumsily over to his dust bunny brother. It was one of his three words: “Mah” meant @Eshe, “Dah” meant @Scimitar, and “Nah” — perhaps unfortunately, as it only perpetuated Cypress’ grumpy bear status to negate things all the time — meant @Rannoch, or more specifically, Noch.

With the excitement of the very young, he quickened his tottering pace toward the rawhide strip, his forelegs moving stiffly as he pirouetted clumsily around it — with his eyes fixed attentively upon the previously forgotten chew toy, he sidestepped with his hindquarters, instinctively keeping his “prey” in his sights even as he strafed left or right. His attempt at a terrifying growl — a step up in intensity from the disgruntled grumble of a house cat, but not by much — curled his lips and warbled briefly before fading away into silence. It made him so mad! The little prince threw up his head in dismay, the whites of his eyes showing as he considered the audacity of the thing for simply existing in his world — and barked again and again, the force of his voice causing his whole body to jerk this way and that like an aggravated Pembroke Welsh Corgi puppy faced with an Extremely Offensive Pumpkin.