Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

“His name is Fig. I’d like for you to meet him,” she whispers warmly, though it is not without defensiveness brewing under pelt. She isn’t sure she wants to share Skáld with a man who wouldn’t see him the way she does. When the pups were here and the pressure was upon him to be a father in earnest- would he stay?

Fig had committed himself to her. But it’s a torturous doubt still to place so much trust into someone she hardly knew. Every moment she was waiting for something to go wrong, or to awaken in the morning to find him gone. Though, this is nothing she wants to put on Skáld.

And oh, how could Fig not fall in love with him too?

His face shifts with concern but he does not look unaccepting. He is not turning from her, and she thinks perhaps it is one sliver of success that he believes her enough to know he will never be replaced in her life. She gives his paw another soft squeeze over her stomach before drawing her face nearer to his.

“Brothers. And sisters. Your’s.”

Maybe it would not define who they were to each other. But he would know he is family to her, more than any had been.