Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

Open to anyone! I would really like an adult packmember to join, too :-) Vague timeline & tuwa's in the den.

The morning sun roused the puppies, already set on the biological clock of wake-eat-sleep-poo. They knew nothing about the hours of the day... especially how frustrating it was for their mother, Tuwawi, to be roused at the crack of down by her mewling offspring. It mattered not to Valtýr who, as he grew older, hungered for the world and adventure.

His mother was close by, tucked into the burrow, and thus the little man's confidence soared. The Sveijarn son marched out of the burrow and felt the cold, dewy grass on his nubby little paws. Bbbrrrrr!!! he quivered as his bright, bronze-colored eyes looked out into the misty glen, yet untouched by Eastern sun rays.