Stavanger Bay Let the Adventuring Begin!

Hearing a rustling behind him his ears would flick in the direction closely followed by his head. Spotting his Mamma, Eiríkr's little head would tilt slightly in confusion before a dawning of understand appeared upon his face. With a tiny smirk, he would lower his torso to the ground, while his little but waved in the air. A small bark would escape his maw, as he crept toward her. Although the stealth would be lost due to the fact that she was looking right at him, but this concept was still new, only instinct. When close enough he would lung slightly and his head would bop against her forelegs. Looking up at Thistle Cloud with a pup like grin, "Mamma."