Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

For Valtýr, trust was easily gained. A nod, a smile, or a lick was enough to gain his favor, though he was discouraged at Bazi's refusal. No matter how hard he tried, no deliciously regurgitated half-chewed meat was spewed back up from him to devour. Bazi even shifted her face away, and his crying became a bit frantic. Resigning, Valtýr tumbled backwards off her limbs and into the grass, scuttling over to Galileo.

He was more timid before the great man, and dragged his bald, rotund belly against the ground. Instinct told him to do this... Submit to your elders - especially to the males. Standing, Galileo was double the side of fair Bazi and though his amiable stare hinted at friendliness, Valtýr didn't want to take chances.

At first, he flattened himself on the ground, ears completely pinned as his little worm-like tail wagged beneath his bum. He cooed, dragging himself over the large male bit by bit, even going as so far to roll over now and then; even at this young age, the princling knew the rituals of their breed. Eventually, Valtýr was close enough to sit himself up, little tongue reaching for the Lambda's chin even though it seemed leagues away. His best attempt to stimulate the arrival of food yet.