Stone Circle martröð

Gunnar slowly lowered himself to the ground, and pulled her closer to his side and chest, and allowed her to burrow there if she so pleased. He ran a nose along her neck and cheek, down her tiny spine. Making sure to be as gentle and as soothing as possible. His mother and father used to do this with him, when he was upset. Mother more than Father, but Ragnar had been affectionate in his own way.

It is okay little one.