Swiftcurrent Creek there's a rumm-bly in my tumm-bly

'Mnnnaaaaahhhaa!' was the shriek which awoke Valtyr with a start, head popping up from the pile of puppies on the deerskin sans one little brother. Always the attentive one, the big brother's wobbly head looked around to see exactly what the fuss was all about. There, in the distance, was fat little Larus - rolly polly pup and all - turned on his backside near the burrow's entrance. He blinked. Mom wasn't here. Dad wasn't here. What was a pup to do?

He chirped and then he baled; calling to Larus as he began to clamber over his dozing sisters. One foot... and then two... though Valtyr had discovered the ability to walk, his motor skills weren't quite all there yet, and so he scuttled over Jokull until he had finally cleared the sleeping pile. "Baaa," he hollered as he strut across the den's floor, tail straight up into the air to help keep balance. Eventually, Larus' image became clear. "Laaa!" he screeched in pleasure as he collapsed onto Larus' upturned tummy, wanting to wrestle despite his brother's objection.