Every little bit counts

Tveir looked at him and gave him a smile and spoke in a small voice I love Jooloo. She my frand! He really did have a real affection for Julooke, more as a younger brother would have for an older sister, and he liked that he could talk to her in Norse, he preferred that language, it was easier for him to catch onto, but he had to learn both, his father told him so.

Tveir looked at him and shook his head Neinn you don’t watch you halp! You halp Guns? Teachame? he looked at the older male with pleading puppy eyes, he wanted to learn to be the best at everything he could, and this wolf could help him get there. He wanted to best everyone, he was an ambitious lad even for a young guy.