Dragoncrest Cliffs i am the sun, all life and days

The air buzzed with excitement. Artaax didn’t understand what the anticipation was all about, but the boy was instigated by it nonetheless.
 
There was no need to coax him as his parents and siblings moved to assimilate with the other family who lived across the way. As his sister dashed forward, the pup bounded after her with an exuberant squeal, his puppy-blue eyes glittering with pure delight in anticipation for their outing. Robin hung behind to fuss with his hind-end, but Artaax paid little mind as spotted Thuringwethil just up ahead.
 
He bumbled towards the Heda, oversized ears swiveling backwards as he came to flank her and nibbled excitedly at her right hind-paw. A little ways further he noticed Portia and her brood  moving nearer; he, too, exclaimed a sound of delight at seeing the other youngsters while his tail whipped to and fro with a force that shifted his entire pudgy form.