Gyrfalcon's Keep son of a sinner

She left Thyra to watch the children, warning her lightly of their emerging teeth though she laughed faintly as she heard a couple surprised gasps from her daughter as she left. Her children were growing strong, and would become fierce toddlers in no time. Her eldest daughter was quite gentle and soft in nature- perhaps spending some time with three teething babies might toughen her up a little bit. 

She took advantage of the opportunity to stretch her legs, and found herself crossing a scent trail left behind by Rusalka. Nowadays, they rarely had a moment alone where they didn't have to speak over their children, or worry about waking them up when they'd fallen asleep. She sought him out, finding him as she expected along the borders, patrolling. 

She crooned a soft note to him, and moved to his side where she felt she fit, rightfully, and leaned into his shoulder. She sighed and paused for a moment to enjoy the silence, before she spoke.

"I have given your name to our children. I would like it for myself, too."