Swiftcurrent Creek Women and Children First

(btw this is open to anybody :-) )

The world around Valtyr was a strange place, and the young boy could not know of the strife which plagued his family. Sleeping, eating, and playing were the only desires in his mind and he performed each with gusto. His body grew day by day, and though his vitality was strong, the effort of growing bones tired him. He was the lankiest in the bunch, and almost always played the submissive role to pacify his more demanding sisters. But he loved them, like he loved everyone. Hate was not an emotion he knew.

Though his slumber was deep, it was not enough to keep him resting when the familiar scent of mother wafted into the Sveijarn domicile. Drowsily, his head popped up and tummy rumbled (when didn't it?). He found his legs beneath him, twelve o'clock trail steadying his balance, and marched to greet his dam with a wanton chirp.

His eyes squinted as his stubby muzzle peaked into the outside, lush and verdant as always. A familiar fire-blazed figure lounged nearby. "MmmmmMa," he cooed as he stumbled forth towards her vermilion hair, seeking her presence and comfort.