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

Bah Tveir doesn't think he's a monster, he scares him a little bit, but what father doesn't scare his son when he's little at first lol you know the fear of disappointment. I even suffered from this as a girl haha I am going to assume here that Ragnar has talked to them about apprenticeships, if not I can edit.

Tveir knew very well that his ears were to long. But he didn't care much for physical attributes, he was not vain yet. He supposed as he aged he would be a little more vain, but not by much. He just wasn't a wolf that cared that much about physical attributes caring much more about getting dirty and wrestling and playing. Tveir giggled at his father I know father! he wagged his tail harder, his body wiggling with the heft of his tail as it wagged.

Tveir laid his ears backwards for a moment when his father asked him a question, thinking he was in trouble, then forward again I'm sorry father I am just sniffing, and remembering. Though his words were coming out clearer his vocabulary was still far from perfect, as were his ideas. I'm tryin' to find out what i want to be. I know i want to be a warrior, but still need two "meira satt" he grew quiet then hoping his father would understand what he was trying convey.