Memories are just where you laid them...

Tyr had spent the morning on a non-productive hunt. Tired, sore, and still hungry, he'd found a temporary den to hole up in while he rested his leg. Sleep was slow to come, but eventually his breathing did slow, and his bicolor eyes drooped closed. He began to dream, dream of happier times...------------------------
The tiny red and black puppy was sprawled out in his usual sleeping spot, though as was often the case he wasn't sleeping. He had a hard time staying asleep, sometimes, which the pain in his leg. Loki just told him to stop being such a big baby about it. Uncle Ve had told him that he could take care of it for him, but the way he'd giggled had made Tyr a bit nervous so he'd said no thanks. He'd actually been dozing when there had been some loud noises and he'd seen Baldur go running back into the cave chased by a big noisy bird. Tyr had wanted to go see what it was, but he'd stayed put. Dad had told him not to go in the cave, ever ever, and Baldur's mom had yelled at him last time he'd gotten close enough to look in.

So, Tyr just rolled over onto his fluffy little patchwork back, all four paws wiggling in the air. His weird leg was shorter then the other ones, and he wiggled it a bit to watch it. Loki said his weird leg was why no one liked him. Loki seemed nice though, when he wasn't saying mean things like that. And Baldur seemed to like him so maybe Loki was wrong. But the leg was pretty weird.



His ears pricked up at the sound of two of his foster siblings' voices coming closer. Baldur was coming back! He rolled back over to his paws and scrambled out of his shelter. The other pups were heading away from the cave, toward the lake. Dad wouldn't be able to know about it if they played together at the lake. "Hey guys, wait up!" he called out in his tiny puppy voice. He bounced after them awkwardly, tiny puppy tail wagging at five hundred miles a minute. "Can I come too? I promise I can keep up. Pleeeease?" His mismatched eyes blinked up at his larger half-siblings pleadingly.



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear