Stone Circle Time has come today

She slumps, muzzle twisting while considering Vale’s words.

“Maybe I’m overreacting. I just- I mean his best friends are me and Gunnar for spirits sake,” she moans, “we’re a far cry from kids his own age.” She knew the age gap between herself and Skáld wasn’t so wide, but right now it was and especially since she was about to be a mother to cubs her priorities would have to change, even if only for a short while.

“He’s great with the pups, but I want him to have relationships with older children, too. He’s so serious sometimes,” she blinks. She knew it wasn’t an ordinary ask- most guardians wouldn’t be going pack-to-pack looking for playdates for their one-year-old.

But Vale seems to sense an underlying issue the Nornir is shy to speak of, as if repeating it is defeating in some way. She sighs, eyes finding the dirt at her paws.

“It’s about Fig, too. He’s the father of … this,” she gestures to her rounding belly. “Skáld is refusing to accept him. I just think, if I could get him to open his mind a bit …” her words devolve into thought.

“I want for everyone to be happy.” She looks again to Vale with confliction.