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

Tveir did not know his father wasn't perfect, but he knew he wasn't. So, he knew that mistakes would be made, though at the moment as a child, he didn't think he could make them. He was untouchable, the folly of youth. He giggled again yes they are, but Gyda's aren't too bad. And don't tell her that she might get sad. Again a protective nature shoving itself forward for his sister, the only female in their litter of boys. He smiled bigger and wagged his tail again.

Tveir heard the soft sigh come from his father and abandoning his remembering at the moment. He walked over to his father, and tucked himself under his chin. "Hvað er athugavert pabbi?" Tveir was a protective puppy, but he was also a caring one, and he worried about those around him, especially his immediate family.

Tveir's tail wagged again, making him vibrate against his father's chest. Yes please! I want to be a warrior, a gamekeeper and a healer I think. That way I can protect mom and Gyda and Julooke and Nerian from the big bad wolves and the birds and cougars, I can feed them, and I can heal them when they get hurt. he grew quiet hoping he had said it right, he wasn't sure. He was still learning what words went where and how.