Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

Hmm, Kannoyak hummed thoughtfully, his smile lingered on the edge of his lips. This one is pleased to hear of his success.

The white hunter had not forgotten Alaric and their talks. During his time in the northern snows, Kannoyak had thought fondly of the storyteller. Hearing that the other man had found a place among leadership, had carved a home into the mountain, brought joy to the pathmaker. He was certain that their parents must be proud of all they had accomplished.

Has he become a father yet? Kannoyak inquired quietly. He could imagine Alaric as a wonderful father.