Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Ragnar and Thistle Cloud- affectionately referred to as Queen which Skáld thought was absolutely adorable. The sort of stuff he expected to hear from fairytales about soulmates. He kept this in mind, hoping some day he might have someone he could fawn over and call royalty as well, though the idea of having a significant other (and counting on them to stick around) occurred to him very little. Still- he liked the idea of it, and sat listening like an eager schoolchild when he learned about other wolves' families. 

His ears fell back slightly to hear that there had been an after, and he was worried to ask what that might imply. Perhaps Gunnar too had lost his mother, and only his father had survived to have more children. "Big family," He whispered reverently. "Gunnar, you....You have your own children?" He asked cautiously. Of course, he knew Gunnar considered a few wolves to be like children to him, but Skáld was curious to know if he'd had children of his own, years ago.