Swiftcurrent Creek Little ones

She was met with soft croons. Shadow's excitement at seeing her rubbed off on Jökull, urging the little hellion to pick up the pace. In doing so, she stumbled a couple of times, luckily not falling flat on her face. She has not got walking down quite yet, but she's getting there!

Eying the male, she noticed how similar looking he was to Njal. The only key difference she could make out was his charcoal outline; black tipping his spine, tail, and ears. Furthermore, his eyes lacked the metallic gold of her father. Appearances meant nothing to the babe though. Neither did blood as she bounded up to Shadow. She nosed his left arm roughly before toppling over and away, out of his reach.

“Puh-ehh!” she boisterously demanded. She noticed how her speech was all jumbled. So much so, she could not even say 'play.' “Pay?” Nope, still not right. “Pray!” The letter 'L' continued to elude her. Much to her dismay.