Swiftcurrent Creek Women and Children First

I'll respond with Val first then Tuwa :-)

Boldly he marched into the world, leaving the comfort of the den behind to join his mother on the summer kissed grass. Trips into the outside had been brief for the boy, never straying too far without supervision, and he was truly the last one to make such an excursion out to the glen. At first, his confidence was shining, stiff-legged step after stiff-legged step with a dumb smile squishing chubby cheeks. Orange ember ears turned towards Tuwawi as she spoke to him, her silky voice ushering him on. "Maaa," he cooed again, pausing to feel the cool vegetation beneath his paws.

'Mmmmmaaa' he could hear Maera call from the den. He turned to look at her, but suddenly a stray gust of wind ruffled the trees, howling through the branches. Even though Tuwawi did not flinch, Valtýr hit the deck. This new sensation was not explainable. His tiny heart fluttered with anxiety as instinct warned the Sveijarn child to be cautious. Was this... fear? Wide eyes looked to the sky, to his mother, and back to Maera as he whimpered, trying to make sense of it all.