Stone Circle In this place where we stand

It was a rare moment these days with both kids sound asleep, tucked against him. Fig often marveled over how quickly they were growing. Before he knew it, they would be going on their first hunt. They would be entering adult ranks, and then finding mates and having children of their own, in the blink of an eye. He smiled softly as he watched their little sides rise and fall. Hopefully it wouldn't go so fast. He wanted them to be little as long as they could.

He heard Tauris before he saw her, and though he was loathe to break this moment of contentment with his children, he didn't hesitate to gently extricate himself from the snuggle pile and go to her. There was a weight upon her that sent an ache through his frame, but he was quiet as he stepped up to her and Skáld, giving her the room to speak.