Swiftcurrent Creek clothmaker

very much a furry snake, the weasel twisted and galloped in arcs between the stamping paws of the pups. lestan kept to the outskirts, his slight smile broadening into a grin that eventually lifted itself to laughter.
his own steps kept the weasel from truly escaping, a nudge or a nip turning the poor creature back toward the pups. "w-watch its t-teeth!" he exclaimed once, tail lashing furiously behind his hips.
another time, another place, another child; golden haziness fell over lestan for a moment, nostalgia lifting in his spirit.