Swiftcurrent Creek Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime

Even with his fiery confidant at his side, Valtýr still spooked when the little bird helplessly squawked and tumbled around. Its broken wings flapped violently. To any adult wolf, it was obvious the creature was near death. However, the little Sveijarn suddenly, and inexplicably, became extremely unhinged by the poor creatures plight. He recognized it not as food, but a friend that was hurt... like how the beetle had been stomped to smithereens. The emotions of suffering and agony suddenly registered on his infant mental chart, and Tuwa's son was almost immediately moved to tears.

Copper eyes became big and wet as his chubby face pulled into the most massive frown. Valtýr sucked in air as he began to sob, practically throwing himself atop Maera to be consoled. "Fixxit," he wailed, streams of tears rolling down his face, "Momma... MaeMae... pweaseeee fixit." Perhaps the long day and late hour had left the toddler tired and overemotional... but it was clear he empathized with the bird, and was horribly sad because of it.