dream in black and white

Tveir fought back and gave what he got just as hard. His brother was bigger so he clearly had an advantage but what he didn't have in brute strength the tiny viking made up with determination. As time would come he would prove that no matter how many times he was knocked down he'd get back up fighting for all he was worth for a cause he believed in even if it was just life.

Tveir moved his head trying to grab at his brothers paw as he held him down as he scrabbled back down on the ground. A small coo left his own maw in response to his brothers. For a moment of reprieve when their father picked him he breathed, but soon got to his feet and ran more or less tumbled head over tail towards his father to assist. He didn't like the intrusion he could have won if he would have let him!

He went after his father's second leg tag teaming him for his brother always for his brother, a devotion that ran deep.