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

A very intimidating grrrrrr vibrated from betwixt Valtyr's gums as he gnawed on Larus' meaty limb. He fancied himself quite vicious, indeed... a mighty warrior in a pint sized body, heroics and all. 'Naaa! Nananaaa! Mnn!' his sibling complained before rolling over, taking Valtyr with him. Together they tumbled through a patch of clover into the Sveijarn clearing, an area rife with greenery beneath the morning sun. Fuzzy bees vacated their spots among the blossoms as the pups josteled for a better spot, but in the end Valtyr remained on top. "Taaa!" he announced enthusiastically as he smothered Larus with his rear end.

Another fit of giggles sent Valtyr rolling onto the ground, little paws flailing for funsies in the air. He cooed sheepishly, watching the canopy sway in the breeze. Only then, at that moment, did he realize that they weren't in the den any longer.