Moonspear As if they thought of rain

Wraen was a dreamer, much like Osprey. It was alright and he liked it for his children, who were allowed to be creative and let their fantasy roam. It helped them learn, but at some point they were just too old for that stuff and they no longer needed to busy themselves with it; they should stick to real things. But he knew Osprey'd been much the same as Wraen so he shrugged as she said she heard it before and that she worked hard, too. As long as she pulled her weight, she could be creative all she wanted — and pull his younger children along in the process.

It seemed very abrupt when Wraen asked him for a story of his father. He thought of his real father too, who'd died when... He didn't even remember. But of course he then thought of Ragnar, who'd been more of a father to him than his real father, even if there'd always been a certain distance from the strong viking, for he had also been, well, strong and tough. Thistle'd been much more like a parent to him than Ragnar, but maybe that also had to do with Ragnar's untimely death.

But one story stuck out. "When I was little, I was attacked once by a terrifying wolf who was a lot like a monster. Gleaming red eyes and all. I'd found a carcass that I was eating from when he demanded I hand it over. Just as I turned around Ragnar showed up, teeth bared and eyes blazing. He looked three times as big as I remember him when I think back, his fur all puffed up and ready to attack. He ran off the other wolf easily, only needed to give him a shifty look really." Hopefully the story was satisfactory.