Dragoncrest Cliffs Domestic bliss

AW but I would love a @Njord if he's able!

Sharpening sight and hearing made for an increasingly curious pup, who was quickly transforming from that endearing blob shape into something better resembling a miniature wolf. It would be some days still before his ears really formed those distinct points, but his silhouette was looking more and more canine by the day, and with it, his activity levels rose.

Today he was utilizing his eyes, focused intently on a tiny brown pillbug inching across the floor. Sobo couldn't explain the quaver in his heart at the sight of it if he tried. He tracked it with his gaze, feeling more and more aflutter the closer it came, until it was a mere inch from his paw. Too close, too close!

Waaaah! cried Sobo, rearing back onto his four feet and wobbling in place for a second while he tried to work out how to escape that disgusting thing. Then he lost his balance and fell directly onto it, prompting him to wail at the top of his lungs from sheer fright.

Powerplaying @Erzulie if that’s alright!

Njord was an attentive father towards Erzulie’s brood of fast growing pups. He often circled back multiple times a day to deliver prey to the nursing queen. Summer’s bounty was fruitful, and there was no shortage of small game to provide a hearty supper.

The seafarer was on his return trip with a fat vole when a troubled, screeching cry made his heart somersault. He kicked into a sprint and wheeled towards the den. His gaze hunted for danger, but only saw the rolly polly Sobo flailing on the ground at the mouth of the burrow. His mother, @Erzulie, had already begun to comfort her pup, but Njord nearly spat out the vole onto the ground as he began to asses his upset son, sniffing him all over to find out if he was injured or sick.

The warm smile of an experienced mother glowed from the queen’s face as she reclined back. Meanwhile, Njord tried not to panic. “Shh, shh, it’s a’right, Dinna Fash… yer Da’s here, Sobo,” Njord cooed as he licked the pup in an attempt to remedy whatever ailed him, oblivious to the bug beneath him.

Neeeeeeh, the boy wailed disconsolately. Beneath his belly, he could feel the pillbug struggling to escape. It served only to make matters worse. Each tickle of its body made him paralyze further, so by the time Erzulie and Njord sought to comfort him, Sobo was frozen with fear and trembling below their investigative snuffles.

Njord's rough voice was a brief comfort, but then the bug began moving again. Sobo let out a high-pitched shriek, one that would rival even the loudest of Mireille's, and lurched forward into his pop's embrace to get away from it. From under a thin red tail snuck the pillbug, writhing left and right as it desperately sought an escape. There was no reason Sobo should be so afraid of such a harmless creature...

But fears didn't subscribe to anyone's idea of logic. That was clear in the wild shaking of his body against Njord's warm chest.