Sun Mote Copse two little frogs

I’m gonna wrap this one for us.

Otter insisted their da was alright, though only when Njord himself corroborated did the little boy sag in relief. He forgot to answer his sister’s question, particularly when their father unexpectedly smooched his face.

Skip smacked his lips and demanded, Chow me!

He couldn’t see his da’s toothy grin, of course, but he thrust out a little paw to hook Njord’s jaw. He pushed his little fist right into the laird’s mouth, feeling around and marveling at the size and sharpness of the grown wolf’s fangs.

Och! Skipjack declared simply because it felt right.

Soon after pulling his paw free, he rediscovered the rabbit skin. The bairn dropped to the floor to hug his arms around it, his face buried in its softness as he brought up his hind legs to kick at it. He growled, lest anyone try to take it from him, though Njord and Otter only chattered nearby, leaving Skip to maul the thing in peace.