Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

Tveir grew bored with the grownups talking and pushed his body forward to pounce on Junior in play. Staying far away from the other wolf, because he didn't know him and he and his daddy were talking anyway. What was the point of listening when it wasn't about fighting or protecting or fun stuff.

Tveir hadn't seen much of his mom in a few days, but he saw the new female that smelled like his dad and he didn't like it. He'd stare at her sometimes, and he refused to talk to anyone, not really sure what was going on except that it was big and possibly bad and it made him nervous.