Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

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Valtýr strut, half unaware of Bazi's inquisitive gaze. He could not see too far, senses still a bit foggy, and so when her massive snow-white pelt became clear the little urchin couldn't help but be drawn in like a moth. The natural inclination to be wary of others, at this fragile age, made him hesitant. Valtýr became puffed up, like a sandy tern, and gingerly approached the lounging Bazi with unsteady steps, almost pulled off balance by his pudgy weight.

Pricked ears cupped towards her as he tentatively stepped forth, far less bold than his sister Maera of Jokull would have, until he was a few inches away from his leader's slender muzzle, eyes crossed as he inspected her dark nose. Curiously he reached out with open jaws... because, after all, that's the way children explored the world... by putting things in their mouths when they weren't supposed to.