Memories are just where you laid them...

Tyr beamed at his bigger half-siblings delightedly. "Thanks, guys!" he squeaked, his tail giving another burst of speed. He had to sprint - as best as he could with short puppy legs and a limp - to catch up to them, but Tyr didn't mind. He was just excited that they were letting him come along at all. He'd only gone a short ways when his bad leg caused him to trip and go rolling, but the russet-and-black fluffball was back on his feet and bouncing after Weth and Baldur with nothing more than a startled squawk.

"That sounds like a great idea!" he giggled, at the age when he'd agree with anything his older siblings said, though the idea of trying to run away from his dad was scary enough to make him shiver.

Baldur was off and running again, this time after a really weird looking thing with a flat tail. Tyr hesitated a little, wanting to hang back but not wanting to look like a wimp. That thing looked dangerous though, with those big teeth sticking out of his mouth. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Baldur? It looks kind of weird." But as Baldur batted at it, his anxiety to show his foster littermates that he wasn't a baby got the better of his anxiety about the ugly critter, and - getting a bit carried away about it, though that was partly because he wanted to live up to his namesake - he ran forward all in a rush to sink his little puppy teeth into the flat tail. "I got it!" he squeaked through clenched teeth.



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear