Swiftcurrent Creek You Only Live Once

((oops... mega old))

Valtýr's plump velveteen body wriggled as he moved, his tiny tail lashing to help balance as he squirmed. Little grunts snorted as he searched for his siblings, blind to their location, and eager to take comfort in their presence. He could smell them - stubby nose working overtime as pinpricked paws clamored against the hide which lined the den. Though his ears remained sealed, the fainted calls of Jökull, Lárus, and Maera could be heard... and so he went in that direction.

However, a force sent him reeling, toppling over the tiny Valtýr onto his backside like an upturned turtle. Such a simple position to be in, but for the tiny newborn it was a struggle. He cried out at first, surprised that his course had been so easily detracted, before writing this way and that in an attempt to right himself. Jökull's husky chuffs could be heard nearby... and he screeched for help, even though his sister had been the one to accidentally shove him.