Stone Circle Sherbet Bubbles

Valette spoke of her offspring proudly and Birk, who was not that fond of children, made an effort to memorize their names. After all the good thing about those little buggers was that they grew up at one point and hers were at the useful age of adolescence, when they knew better than to soil, where they slept, and bite all and every body parts that were in sight. 

"No, that right was reserved to my parents only," he replied. Having kids, where they had lived, was both a bravery and stupidity. Yeah, one had to leave a legacy, but then again those bundles of joy had a high incidence of dying young and very often it was an effort wasted, when a nurtured and fed young adult fell in the claws of Ice giants, died of starvation or were attacked and eaten during their first winter. Where food was very scarce, extra competion was not welcomed. 

"But I would not mind to having some one day," he added, though this statement was not entirely truthful. "What about you - any addition to the family planned this year?"