Comfort and security ushered a calm over Tuwawi when Njal drew close, positioning himself above the precious family to guard it from the dangers of the world. With her nerves easing, and the strenuous work of childbirth over, the Sveijarn dam could already feel herself being lulled into dreamland. It wasn't fair to Njal, who had only just returned from patrol, but it could not be helped. Her body was week and she needed strength.
The ember blinked slowly as Njal named two of his children. Jökull, the firstborn... slate grey and platinum like her father. Not an ounce of Tuwawi's dusty browns or playful vermilion had touched her offspring's coat, though perhaps it was too easy to tell... for the markings on all the children were mottled to some degree. Njal had been surprised she was a girl, and it Tuwawi grin. Surely this child would be strong in body and spirit... what every parent wanted. The smallest boy was named next, Lárus, his golden face already shinning next to his granite colored body.
Two were left, but already Tuwawi had a few names in mind. She studied the younger daughter, deep red all over with a sooty back. She was smitten by this child, created in the image of her mother.