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Skáld had begun to push himself lately, learning what he could of plants from anyone who would offer him a sliver of information but he’d begun to discover that his newest interest was childcare. Whenever Gunnar and Taktuq welcomed his presence, he came in to ask questions, and engage with the children- still, for the most part, with their supervision. 

He saw Sven tumble down, and rushed forward in concern, only to notice a moment later that the boy laughed. He lunged for a stick, seemingly completely unharmed. Skáld breathed a sigh of relief, and neared with a waving tail. 

”Good morning Sven-Sven!” He greeted.