Stavanger Bay Bless this morning year

Gunnar laid ear's to head and backed away from his foster sister. He looked up at his father and then back down. "Fyrirgefðu föður ég gleymt" Then he perked ears forward and spoke, I'm sorry sir, I Tveir, is nicetameetcher mistae Peregwine. He backed up and leaned against his father's foreleg again as his foster sister was happier to lick his mom than anything else really.

He watched the goings on from the perch against his father with wide eyes, happy to be included.