Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

Last post from me! [mate]

Finally, supper was served! Though, it wasn't in the form little Val was used to. Bazi had procured a bit of rank meat from the caches, chewed it somewhat thoroughly, and delivered mince to the not-so-patiently waiting pup. He was famished, but shrewd enough to realize that this meal was different than the ones his parents delivered. Mother's meals were always of fresh meat, chewed and partially digested. There was a discernible savory aroma that accompanied Njal and Tuwawi's regurgitated dinners that Bazi's lacked... but Valtýr was hardly a picky eater. After a pause to inspect the tepid meat he dove and sucked down the chow like a mini hoover. It was gone in the blink of an eye (after all, he was used to fighting Jokull and Maera) and his already plump tummy became especially rotund.

Even though he was satiated, Valtýr's blunt muzzle voraciously sniffed the ground to search for seconds. Any crumb that had falling between the blades of grass was found; No leaf was left upturned. When he was satisfied, and feeling very tired and hefty, the firstborn waddled over to Bazi's nearest leg and curled besides, almost immediately falling asleep.