Sun Mote Copse these small hours

Although Meerkat was gone, Njord's presence was a welcome one. Otter liked the gentle rumble of his voice and often calmed and smiled when she heard it. The song he sang was no exception; a smile swallowed her face, and her tail wagged back and forth.

Moving to the baritone of his voice, Otter wriggled closer to her father, kneading against his belly and her head swinging blindly from side to side as she enjoyed the entertainment.