He was a bit special, Vayrus was. All puppy and a bit airheaded, but he had a good heart, though all of these things made his father have a hard time understanding the child. Vayrus couldn’t really tell but he wasn’t exactly the favorite, even lazy Sans probably had more preference to his giggly overly loud and energetic brother. Even now he was showing his true rather dippy nature just by thinking a beehive held his brother. He was still a young boy though, still pretty ignorant of everything in the world, in time he might not be quite so oblivious but for now…

”Then maybe he’s not up there. Even he would wake up with this much yelling.” He said grumpily flopping on his rear end his back legs sticking out oddly as he sat down in a completely abnormal fashion. He frowned looking up at it watching the bees fly around it before the girl asked him another question. He looked at her, twisting his head around a bit awkwardly while tilting it to look at her. He looked so floppy, his big ears and goofy smile surely not helping as he replied happily, ”Yes! He’s my good for nothing lazy brother! Nothing like Dagon or Ashur! They do things but noooo Sans lays around why we do everything else! I figured he ran away to hide to make sure Pops didn’t make him doing anything today.”

Really Sans wasn’t too bad, or maybe he was. He was far from motivated like Vayrus was to be a good boy! He heard Spirane needed warriors too! And someday he thought he might make a good one so he tried to fight sticks and brushes and stuff but sometimes they won when they poked him in the nose hard enough. ”OH and my name is Vayrus! You wanna be friends? I never met another wolf outside my family, or another girl other than Dagon and she doesn’t seem as nice as you! So we should be friends!” He said rolling backwards before flopping back to his stomach and giving a few bounces of enthusiasm.