Hideaway Strath the teeth of the eye of a storm

Last post from Eiri!

When Dagfinn did not immediately return Eirlys to Lotte, the young mother took matters into her own hands. Quite suddenly, Eirlys was plucked from beside her uncle’s forepaw and tucked snugly beside her twin against the thick, insulated fur of Lotte’s chest. The squirming she’d done, compounded with the two baths she’d received and the comforting warmth of her mother and twin, acted as a heavy soporific. The thrum of vibration as Lotte traded tales and songs with her kaksonen only intensified the snowdrop’s sleepiness. With a tiny yawn, Eirlys poked her infinitesimal nose into Roarke’s plush neck and softly sighed, falling asleep even before the sigh had fully spent itself.