Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

Perhaps it was their vast disparity in size that caused Valtýr to so readily submit to Galileo. Afterall, Bazi was more like his mum. His wanton begging for food continued to be ignored as the silvered male lowered himself onto the grassy earth, bordering each side of the young pup with a robust arm. The man's cold nose pressed against the firtborn's tummy, and he squealed in delight - pleased to be the center of attention. Jökull and Maera had a natural affinity for the limelight, and the two brothers were often overshadowed by their sister's strong personalities.

Valtýr giggled, but then righted himself. Seriously, where was the food? He cried, warbling voice trembling with a request for a meal. His sandy tail whipped between his nubby hocks as he shuffled back to the pale lady, brown eyes the size of dinner plates. A perfect puppydog expression.