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Skáld listened intently, and tilted and flicked his ears at every sound and nuance. ”Wow! You really did that?” He asked, as though Sven had told him some heroic tale. 

He dropped to the ground to welcome the toddler to sprawl across his forelimbs where he too could be covered in kisses and nuzzles. ”My brother, the mighty hunter!” He laughed joyfully.