Stavanger Bay Frigga bless me

Aesop knew the day was drawing near, but had not realized how close it truly was.  Sure, Thistle Cloud had been close to bursting last he saw her, but she had seemed so for a while.  Had it really been so long already?

A howl announced the births.  Four children, welcomed into the world.  A dancer, a fighter, and what else?  Only time would tell, he supposed.  At the call, Aesop drew himself up, loping from the beach to the source of the howl, Thistle Cloud's den.

Outside stood Charon and Levi, as well as the father, Ragnar.  Aesop dipped his muzzle at each.  "Congratulations," he rumbled, curious to see whether they'd be allowed to see the children.  He was not family, and didn't expect much, but he still wanted to offer his congratulations.