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Skald was a frequent visitor to the den of the children. And Sven now recognized that he was a sibling like his litter mates, just older. And when he heard a noise and turned, it was with delight that he ran at his older brother. Though he was all over the place. No straight like for this kid. No sir. All over. Little ears flopping, legs splayed, head to large for shoulders.

SKASKA!

It was with ease he was able to answer his brother in the language of his father. At least the gibberish that was still present. There would be no intelligent conversations yet. But he could make his wants and needs known. And he enjoyed babbling at those he loved in icelandic or english.