Mouth opened wide with a loose tongue as the pup saw his brother come after and join him. He would rise and try to run across the ice, claws sliding across the surface as his legs wobbled and slipped. But he wasn't getting hurt at all, just wasn't used to the movement. "Valllor!" He whined excitedly, happy that he had a companion to play with now. He was glad to have his siblings. He couldn't imagine waking up everyday and not having anyone to play with. Sure his dad would be there but he wanted so much more!
Eventually his legs would pick up on the surface and he would start to shoot off towards his brother. Noticing how fast he was going, he tried to slide to a stop but to no success. Panic was not in his eyes, only the fun he was having on top of the ice. "Wahch oout!" He shouted, hoping his brother would move out of the way before he got hurt.
