Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

”What else can I do?” He asked, eagerly. Skáld could devote his time and love for the children, but children did not grow with kisses and kind words. He remembered so very little of his own youth, nor had he seen pups raised before, and so he now stood to learn the other things he could do to provide for the growing family.

He immediately thought of flowers- but was not sure they would be very helpful. His features fell slightly as he expected he would be told that food would be important. 

He would have to step up- and hone his hunting skills. But at least now, he had the motivation to do it.