Swiftcurrent Creek Here's lookin at you, kid

Valtýr had been curled in the back of the burrow snoozing without a care in the world. Tiny sounds chirped as he rested deeply, back legs kicking as he dreamed. Suddenly, he brother squalled, and Val woke up with a weary groan. What was going on? Drowsily, he rolled onto his tummy, and half-crawled, half-walked across the fuzzy deer skin floor. A large golden wolf laid at the entrance of the den, with her chin resting atop folded paws. If it wasn't mommy... then who was it?

Larus rolled backwards, surprised, but Valtýr crawled towards the watchful Danica. Unlike the more cautious Larus or skeptical Jokull, he was quick to trust and love, and had no problem stepping right up to Danica looking for cuddles. "Baa," he cooed, looking at one, very large paw and wondering how to conquer it.