Honeyed Pasture the unexpected turn

Stockholm is immensely pleased by the minor tantrum Seelie throws, the stamping of her feet into the snow particularly amusing to the Gampr. Oh, he’ll pay for this later, he is sure. But it will be well worth it.

He watches the exchange between Hemlock and Seelie with a soft smile, and when Hemlock asks if they should gather the children or meet up later his answer is automatic; “Let’s go get them, we can go together. I’m sure they have some great tales to tell.” He is, after all, a guardian at heart. He would much rather escort the family to the island shores himself than leave them. Though it is obvious they have done well on their own, and there is no greater protector than a mother to her children, it is just in his instinct to look after others. “They must be growing like weeds at this stage, hm?” He doesn’t have a ton of experience with puppies, but he does find them enjoyable, and he finds himself looking forward to meeting them. He lets Hemlock lead the way, casting a look at Seelie and giving her a playful grin.