our map was upside down this whole time

Seizing a stick in his jaws Dómari turned around and scampered back toward the river just as his sister Sindre’s voice called out through the bushes.  "Dom! Shut UP. I'm trying to SLEEP. God, you're so annoying."  With a huff Dóm dropped his stick, turned to his sister and blew a raspberry at her.  Yea that would show her!  The sun was up so she should be to and he wanted to play now not later.  Grabbing his stick he approached the river once more and with a toss of his head threw it into the river and cheered watching the river carry the stick off on new adventures.  They were little rafts or… or the bodies of his enemies! “Bwhahaha!  The great pirate Isakov will never surrender this river to the likes of you cretins.”

Soon the stick was gone from sight.  Hmm… he needed more bodies.  How about a rock?  As Dómari worked away, claws scratching at the earth around a particularly large rock he planned to roll into the river.  He was so intent on his prize that he almost didn’t notice Sigleif’s return until her tail tickled the tip of his nose making him jump.  The boy quickly recovered when he saw the rabbit, his little stomach grumbling in response but he glared up at Sigleif.  “Siggy, how come you didn’t wait for me!  I wanted to go hunting to, I bet I’d be great at it or I could watch your back and make sure bears don’t get you when you’re hunting.  I’m ferocious and I’ve been practicing watch this!”  He lunged forward with a little puppy growl as he tried to get ahold of a dangling rabbit foot and shake his head to show how tough he was.

Distracted once again Dómari failed to notice his brother’s approach, the roar of the water partially drowning out the battle cry as he was tackled to the ground. “Ow! Alarik!” He snarled and snapped, little jaws seeking to land wherever they could as he rolled with his brother along the ground his earlier irritation giving way to play.  “I am more than a match for you sir Alarik!”  With a shove and a wiggle he untangled himself from his brother and spun to face the other.  “You’re a long way from home sir Alarik and the dread pirate Isakov does not take kindly to trespassers!  Away with you if you value your limbs!”

Play soon fell to the wayside though at the prospect of breakfast and Dómari quickly raced after Sigleif.  “Can I have a back leg this time?  Please, please, please, please…”

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