Gyrfalcon's Keep I would course the inland ocean to be back to you

he is summoned.

and though it is only truly confirmed as he approaches the den solveig has chosen to give birth in, rusalka suspected it was the time of their children's birth.

awkwardly, rusalka's steps hesitate outside of the den as he approaches, ears twitching at the sounds within. small breaths of sleep, tiny squeaks and the soft sound of suckling as they eat for the first time.

the air is tangy, twinged with birth and blood and he lets out a low snort.

can i see them? asks rusalka, waiting for solveig's invitation before entering.