Hideaway Strath A not so secret I need to tell you

He nodded, a soft hum in his own throat. Grezig's children were agouti too. He hoped the pair of hellions were safe.

Little Xizur and Tizir. 

He chuckled as she nipped at him, "You can't steal them back love."

He nuzzled her, breathing in her scent. His.

Names, right.

They'd be cute with little nature names. Names of herbs and stuff.

"I like that idea," he agreed. "I don't know where my name comes from. As warriors, we were brought up to speak the language of the Mother, and we have war mantras from it. But that's all I know," he grinned. Even now his mantra rung in his mind. 

Ann buaidh no Bàs thigibh a’ so ‘s gheibh sibh do dh ' feòil.

"List some names for me, I'm sure you've been thinking of some," he smirked. She wouldn't bring it up if she didn't have ideas in her head.