Swiftcurrent Creek But at least I can say I tried

To whomever gods Arric was praying to give him some alone time from his kids, they either chose not to listen or had great fun seeing this beast of a man being tormented and led to the brink of insanity by his own kin. If the man was smart, he was going to review the religion he chose to be asigned to. If he was the kind to suffer stoically, so be it. Because while he had been busy doing the useful stuff and probably for a moment feeling like a manly man again and not a chewed on, well-worn teddy-bear, he had had a shadow. Who thought themselves to be as sneaky and invisible as a ninja, but most likely had made his presence known to his father long before he caught up with him.

"EEYOOO!!!" Burdock called to Arric, bounding towards him as fast as his short legs could take him. "WATCHA DOOOING?" he asked, when he almost barreled in his father's paws, and looked up at him with a white-toothy grin that had some teeth missing.