Stavanger Bay I'm not playing anymore now i'll win

mad at thistle much? Resenting her children are we hmmm lol lmao he only deserves it you know haha sorry on my phone or i would have put his greeting in norse/english

Tveir had been upset with his father because he had not understood anything and he supposed he was more angry on his mothers behalf than anything she was so sad. But his mother had nipped that in the bud quick, fast and in a hurry. She had told him it was common in their culture, that she was just new to it, and that he shouldn't be angry anymore it wasn't fair, and like all children do he trusted what his mother said. So he fought to stay neutral about it, granted he was a child so he knew nothing of women and men and what went on so it was easier to put his mind to rest than it would be for an adult.

Tveir continued walking his nose to the ground keeping a sharp eye across the borders, not even thinking to keep an eye trained on the inside of the border line. And as such he was oblivious to his father and his fathers mood. HIs father actually scared him a bit, though he was his hero. So had he known his father was in a dark mood he would have cut an run. He heard his name being called and lifted his head, brown ears alert comically so as they were to big for the rest of him. Being that he needed to grow into his ears, head and paws. He wagged his tail at his father excited to see him without his siblings hallo pabbi