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Tveir looked at the older wolf and hear his name he decided to try it out for size. Verrr….iiii….n, He sighed his name was far to hard, You jus Ver….yes Ver…. So he gave him a nickname. His small tail wagged so much at the mention of Julooke, that his pudgy little body vibrated with suppressed joy. Guns Like Jooloo! You frands like mamama and DADDAD? The only friends he knew were like his mom and dad, they had puppies and gave each other goo goo eyes.

Guns esplorin…esplor! Buggy buggy…guns chase… He tried his hardest to get his point across but his words were still way unrefined and guttural…he was fast realizing that not all spoke the same language his dad and Julook did and his mom, so he had to learn both types of words, and sometimes it drove him crazy, but he was slowly learning when each was needed. When his daddy was teaching him it was norse, when he was talking to others it was common.