Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

She’d been nervous before about how he might handle the news, but seeing how quickly he’d taken to the alpha’s pups, how naturally he assumed the role of big brother, her fears were beginning to allay. Still, she is sensitive as she follows his eyes to her belly and then back to her face. She reaches for his hand to hold it there, that he might be led to understand despite the language.

“Yes. Children,” she whispers, eyes focusing on his face, paw pressing over his.

Her's. Fig's. They would belong to Skáld, too, as he belonged to her.