Two Rivers Isle ELSA, PLEASE DON'T SLAM MY MEMES

Vass no longer slept heavily, but neither did the bear rent his nightmares. Like Burke, the littlest things woke him, and while he was usually a grumpy riser the whispers of his mother brought him awake with a smile. His ears twitched as his blue eyes opened to focus tiredly on Malice. He cooed at her, licking up at her muzzle from where he sprawled at her belly on his back, and soon after a wide yawn slipt his jaws and shook his body. His little stub of a tail wiggled happily, and he finally wondered what exactly his mother had woken only him for.
               "Vassago?"
His father had taught him the rest of his name, which he did indeed know as himself, and of course it was the only word he no longer drew out or mangled.