Gyrfalcon's Keep son of a sinner

While her lips pushed forward to sculpt the tone of her howl, the corners lifted. The man had once denied her the pleasure of hearing him sing once before, and she thought she saw his features soften as he paired his voice with hers. Her evergreen eye caught a glimpse of a man blossoming once given the role of husband, in the wake of being christened a father for the first time. She would have forgiven him for inexperience had he shown any sign of balking at the changes they went through together. Rusalka bore these changes with grace and dignity. 

She knew Thyra would hear, and she would find her daughter later to speak though she felt no concern. Her eldest was adaptable, and had seemed light and airy since the birth of her new siblings. 

"Normally," She said, "This would mean time for celebration." She said. "A hunt, a feast, juice of fermented berries and probably a fight or two among those who seek to marry in the coming year," She laughed. A slight shimmer in her eyes revealed her desire for such things, quelled only by the humbleness of their household and pack. "I think we will have a hunt, and perhaps an outing for the children...And then a night at hot springs for us. Hmm?" She asked, to see how he might handle the bid for a little bit of pomp and circumstance.