Hideaway Strath reebok

just a cameo to sort of lay out some stuff with @Tapat!

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So quickly Hemlock had realized that things were amiss with the child. Tapat woke almost every time after sleeping with the same plaintive cries - how lost he was, how alone! With the young Eirlys still struggling she could not afford to leave the packland to take him home and it had been decided that they would keep the  young boy present and safe until the pale Fearghal was more stable and they could dispatch someone to take him home. Arturo and Lotte were rightfully enraptured with their children and Hemlock herself had Sirius and now Tapat to tend to.

It was daunting, to go from mother-of-none to mother of two in a sense. She hadn't decided yet if he had been ill or injured or born without much capability for memory. Most of their mornings ran the same way - she had to soothe his fears that she was an enemy or that they would hurt him, promising to take him home as soon as they could manage. Only once she'd spoken the names that Dagfinn had mentioned did he settle at all, but still, she understood how hard it was to be apart. The cries at their borders seemed to perk the youth up, the trio of misfits tending to the youngest of Teaghlaigh while Lotte got a well deserved trek through her lands. "Go to them, sweet boy. They will be so very happy to see you." Hemlock said, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before she nudged him away from the (mostly) slumbering pile of puppies. 

Near her, young Ceallach had taken to stumbling from the densite and Hemlock rolled her eyes, scruffing the boy and pulling him back to her side. She proceeded to bathe him despite his protests until the puppy succumbed to sleep again, Hemlock's crooning hum no where near the beauty of his mother's song.[/td][/tr][/table]