Stavanger Bay angel from montgomery

Tail whisking, the red woman placed a sloppy kiss on her companion's cheek, glad that this was not the Great Burden she had worried it would become. Deirdre, of course, would have been the optimal choice, but Doe was certain she could not be mature enough to provide what Skellige's brood needed. That Muses had been willing to fill the role was a blessing Doe would never forget.

Her ears flattened as Isengrim's little voice made itself known, and the mother turned her head to fix the little greyling with a flinty stare.

"Be gentle," Doe instructed her son, nosing carefully at the wiggly lumps of his cousins to demonstrate how he should treat them. "These are the children of the Leviathan, and we must always protect them," she explained, being without the intelligence to dumb it down for the young wolf.