Larksong Grotto These boots are made for walking

What wonder the Lord had wrought, thought Hiram as he watched his son stumble his way. He could not help but smile. His heart welled with both joy and pride, even as Tapat stumbled over his brother, disturbing his silent and peaceful slumber. The boy continued forward, unphased by anything in his path. Though clumsy, his path remained straight -- and soon, Tapat was right there before Hiram's feet.

 Overjoyed that his son had come to him, Hiram place an affectionate lick on his son's forehead as he repeatedly yipped in triumph. "You're a noisy little thing, aren't you Son?" Hiram observed with a warm chuckle.