Sea Lion Shores wolf [m]other

she makes plans, of drying the meat and making something she calls 'jerky' and mentions that it would be a good think to teach their children.

the thought of which ignites the sprint of his heart in his chest, again.

you'll have tae teach their father first. he tells her with a low rumbling laugh.

the touch of her nose beneath his chin ignites the nerves in rhaegal's body; claws digging into the soft, pliable sand underfoot.

aye, rhaegal murmurs. and i'll teach our sons tae hunt and fish.