Sun Mote Copse whistle as I work

“Come along Otter,” Njord called until Skipjack’s sleepy sister tottered out from the Taigh. “Ready?” he asked them both, noticing how Skipjack took in the damp world by scent.

“There’s a huntin’ path tae the forest,” Njord advised. The father was still learning how to walk the fine line of parenting when it came to Skip… he wanted to give his son the right tools to navigate and feel confident in the world. Yet, he didn’t want to coddle or make any large concessions that would impede his personal growth. Njord found it difficult not to be a hover-dad.

He set off along the trail and made sure both children stayed under his watchful eye. Perhaps a history lesson could preoccupy time until they reached their destination.

“Did ye ken yer Da used tae live on an island?” he asked them.