Swiftcurrent Creek Stuttering Stanley

Here you go, @Scimitar! Others are welcome too. :) <3

Over the past few days, Paarthurnax had begun taking her pups on longer, further forays beyond the den, gradually introducing them to the pack's territory and the daily goings-on of pack life. Soon, she would abandon the birthing den altogether in favor of a rendezvous site. The pups would learn and grow together there, then eventually start striking out by themselves as they transitioned into their juvenile stage and, beyond that, into adulthood.

For now, though, they stuck close to their mother when she escorted them. Today, Relonikiv's brothers and sister stayed behind with Aunt Bazi while Paarthurnax went out to stretch her legs. The youngest tagged along, babbling happily in his dam's ear as he shadowed her. Much of what he said was difficult to understand (especially with the persistent lisp), though he was beginning to string real sentences together and ask a lot of questions about everything he saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted.

"Mama, wha'that?" he queried when they came across a pile of moose dung near the creek's bank. "Poo?" he guessed, then dissolved into a bout of boyish giggles.