Dragoncrest Cliffs I tread on careful feet

This feels like a good place to conclude it, though I’d love another sometime. :)

She smiled when he noticed she’d settled on a moniker for him. Truthfully, there wasn’t any particular rhyme or reason to her choice, except that he looked more like a Gunnar than a Tveir to her.

For a while, they continued the patrol in a silence that felt companionable. But in that natural lull in the conversation, Meerkat’s yearning to return to her children made itself known. She had been gone from them long enough. It was time to relieve the babysitter and feed them.

I have to get back to my kids now. Please seek out my husband and then feel free to drop by the den for a visit. It’s in the wildwood, Meerkat said, certain he could find it. Take care, Gunnar, and see you later.