unknown soldier

With a small, cutesy baby yawn the eldest Loðbrók child squirmed closer to his mother, poking and prodding around with his muzzle. This assault against Thistle’s side continued until he found a contented place he could rest where he could feel the continuation of vibrations borne of her humming. Curling against the soft, thick fur he found there, the feel of her humming vibrating against his spine he curled up and fell fast asleep.