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

The brother's had their differences, but in the end a good nap was in order. Valtýr dozed contentedly besides his sibling, exhausted after such rousing games, and dreamed of little colorful beetles ripe for capturing. He barely moved as he slept, and only a small whimper escaped now and then.

Eventually, their mother returned, and Tuwawi carried each one back into the safety of the den - but Valtýr could not complain. The exciting outside world would always be second to time with his family.