Excerpt: Two Timberwoofs

The two arrived together at the Lupindo clan tent, and were greeted by cheers and congratulations by all their family members. The older Juniors, Seniors, and Elders all proudly wore their clan and pack badges. A good number wore two badges, having left other clans to join Lupindo.
"Timber, Timby! Welcome welcome!"
The greymuzzle was their beloved grandfather Timberwoof, for whom they were both named. First of his pack, first of his clan, first of the nation to go into space. Legend had it he made the First Contact. He held his two grandsons with one paw each on a shoulder. Relatives standing close by could see a tear escaping an eye.
"My boys, my dear grandsons. You make me so proud. Now show me your badges."
Dutifully they handed their badges to their namesake grandfather. He examined them, tilting his head up to focus them through varifocal lenses perched on his snout.
Another greymuzzle, his littermate, poked him in the ribs.
"Oh, Woofy. When will you get those lens implants? You're so old-fashioned."
"Harrumph. I'm not having some surgeon cut open my eyes. If you could see what these eyes have seen… Now let me see those badges."
He examined the badges closely, squinting though his spectalces. The traditional clan and pack symbols were augmented not with the traditional sailing vessel but with a starship, rockets blazing against a sarry sky.
"Beautiful, beautiful. You both deserve them. Wear them proudly. I know you will make us proud."
He handed the badges back with a smile. One at a time they licked his cheek; he kindly placed his paw on their chests.
"Thank you, Grandfather."
"Call me Woof. You're both adults now; you've earned that right."
Timber and Timby grinned. "Yes, Woof." "Thank you, Woof."
"Good. Now let's go feast!"