Deepwood Weald And we all love to sing along

She smiled at the mention of her grandfather’s name- but while the man spoke with a warmth to his tone, something about his expression caused her to tilt her head slightly. Did he miss them? Had something happened between them when the family had departed inland years ago? If he was not familiar with Thresher and her littermates…Perhaps they had parted ways long before then. 

She couldn’t change the past- and it seemed that she might not have to worry about such things effecting their relationship, as he spoke of his son. She was flattered to know that she made Dutch happy. Keeping her emotions in check was often difficult, but her husband’s patience seemed evergreen. 

”You son makes a fine husband, I am lucky to have him by my side.” She said, with a light dip of her head. Kindness, it seemed, had passed down through her husband’s family. ”I hope our family will grow soon, when summer comes; we would very much like to have children.”