unknown soldier

Thistle watched as the oldest son only known as ein crawled across his sblings. He was by far larger than his brother Tveir and sister Atta. She wondered how their personalities would grow it was no small stretch for her to say she loved them unconditionally. Ragnar hadn't told her but she was fairly certain he was extremely proud of his two sons and daughter.

Laughing to herself she decided to help her little one. having trouble there little ein? she leaned over and picked him up gently in her mouth and pushed him gently to her teats knowing he was probably. Her daily routine was feed babies eat, nap when they did, groom them, eat and sleep all over again. she began to lick the first born gently humming to herself