Swiftcurrent Creek from the mouths of babes

Although the pups were growing rapidly, they were still too young to properly process most things. This included the recent war among the adults and, in Relonikiv's case in particular, his near kidnapping last week. The situation had been frightening at the time, yet the memories of it had already recessed into the murk of his undeveloped brain. No fear lingered; he was back to his usual smiley self and without a care in the world.

He woke in a particularly good mood and grinned brightly when he saw his Aunt Bazi. "An' Both!" he yipped, his emerging lisp rather obvious. He untangled his limbs from his brothers' and sisters' and flounced over to her, knocking right into her knees. Her name, along with those of his other loved ones, had been among the first of his words, which now numbered around twenty or so. "Udu?" His expression (hopefully) translated: What're you doing?