Sun Mote Copse two little frogs

He squealed when the skin jerked in his grip. He tightened it, then doubled down by latching his teeth into it too. Skipjack growled around the folds of fur in his mouth and tried to shake his head a little. As far as he could tell, this maneuver was what made it suddenly go limp beneath him, bairn and his prize flattening to the ground.

The laird sang his son’s praises and the puppy growled with savage glee, tiny milk teeth still held fast. But upon hearing the news about his da’s teeth, he quieted and unlatched his own. Unaware that Njord had been speaking mostly to Otter, he stumbled over the quarry in his haste to go to his father, nose bumping Njord’s foreleg.

Me hut da? Skipjack questioned, bottom lip wobbling as his heart squeezed in his chest.