Freya bound happily after the butterfly, tongue lolling happily from her open mouth. The girl tried to grab at it, jaws snapping shut around thin air as it fluttered sporadically away. Freya gave a playful yip and continued after it. She had been on her way to find her father when she had become distracted by the moving target. This time as she snapped fangs closed she was surprised to feel a fluttering in her mouth. The poor creature beat its wings against her mouth, tickling her. Reflexively she spat the thing out and it shot off as quickly as the poor thing could.
The girl gave a yelp of excitement and went to bound after it again only to find that she was suddenly laying flat on her stomach, a her right paw trapped beneath a tree root. She squirmed around so that she was no longer twisted, her trapped leg pulled out in front of her. She struggled to pull free but to no avail.



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The pups had been out and about more often that he would've they would. But who could blame them. The island was something new, something different and it was only natural for their curiosity to take over and make them want to explore. He had been spending time here and there with his children, but for the most part they would go off on their own without the guidance of their parents, confident in their growing abilities. He was proud of all his children, especially how independent they were growing up to be. They were all so drastically different in their personalities, and yet they each had a touch of himself and Maija in them, both in their personality and outward appearance. They were truly their parents' children. One pup in particular, Freya, was the smallest of the litter from what Maija had told him. But that didn't seem to stop her much. She was just as feisty, if not more than her siblings. And it would be hear voice that Taurig would hear as he relaxed at the mouth of the den, Maija sleeping peacefully inside. Tattered ears would prick with alarm, powerful limbs unscrambling from beneath the titan, blind eyes reflexively searching for his daughter's figure despite knowing he wouldn't be able to see her. Freya?! He would call out, his deep bass projecting powerfully as he called out to his daughter, ears moving anxious atop his massive skull, waiting to her hear response. Was she in trouble? Talk like this