Stone Circle oel ngati kameie

She’d just been staring. In fact, she’d done nothing else since they were born. Every breath, every whimper, every hiccup, every little nudge of nose and shuffle of body. She wanted to experience it all, and if it wasn’t for Fig bringing her food she would have starved rather than part with them. Her children. It still hadn’t settled, that fact. She still felt a well of pride in each moment. This is my son! This is my daughter!

And so, the Nornir was of course there when it happened. Though she didn’t trust her eyes when she saw the color of his blue ones! In rapture and disbelief she fell to her elbows, lip trembling as she folds her paws around his little rump.

“Hi my baby son, it’s me, it’s your mama! Can you see me, sweet boy?”

“FIG!” she shrieks for him at a shrill volume that matches her excitement. “GET IN HERE!!!!”

She didn’t know if he was nearby or off on a hunt. Regardless, he likely heard her.