Every little bit counts

Tveir was still getting used to the name that his mother had accidentally whispered as she worked. His name she told him it meant bold warrior and he was okay with this. He didn't really know what a bold warrior was. Ein still was searching for his name, Gunnar knew this, he didn't understand exactly why they hadn't had names to begin with, after all he was still pretty young. He still answered to Tveir though, and now Guns, he liked that nickname.

He looked up from his stalking chase, and quietly Whooo yo? Whaaa dooong? He knew the bigger male from when they came over from the other home, but he couldn't think of his name. Yoo sm...a...ll...lak....Jooloo! He smelled Julooke on the other one, his forever friend he felt anyway.