Swiftcurrent Creek Stuttering Stanley

Paarthurnax rolled her eyes affectionately and stepped away a few feet to take a drink. Meanwhile, Relonikiv spotted someone approaching from a distance. He froze, his tail sticking downward like a broken stick, then began bounding toward the familiar form of his Alpha. When he reached Scimitar, his entire body bowed and his tail wagged so fast that it was hardly visible. He made wordless noises of joy as he bounded upward to nuzzle Scimitar's chin.

"Thcim!" he crowed, glowing when he not only (mostly) remembered the Alpha's name but pronounced it (mostly) correctly too. "Hi!" he said, then burst into another loud round of giggles when the Alpha asked him if he was responsible for the nearby pile of dung.

"Th... thilly!" he managed to say, golden-dusted ears perking. His blueish gray eyes shifted from Scimitar to his mother, then back again as he sought affirmation: had he used the word correctly? "Thilly... thilly Thcim!" he yelled with yet another laugh, presently oblivious to the blatant lisp that afflicted his enunciation.