Hideaway Strath we'll cut them a smile each

Lotte bounded from the den with leaves yet tangled in her thick northern fur, and her first bright smile was for her first daughter. “Perhonen!” she cried out happily, swiftly crossing the distance to butt her broad skull against Chusi’s slender chin. She still had bad days — days when she missed Dagfinn so fiercely she feared she would die of it — but today was cause for celebration. Two moons had passed since the birth of her children, and all four of them were healthy and hale, even the snowdrop. She circled round to her boys — ah, just look at them! — and the scarf of ashen fur that ringed her neck and dipped down into her décolletage seemed to swell as she regarded them with pride. “Ah,” she sighed, her gaze shifting with equal affection from Ceallach to Roarke to Arturo. “Heartbreakers, all of you.” Her smile was teasing as she smoothed a kiss across each beloved brow.

Taking a mental inventory, Lotte realized that her daughters were rather conspicuously missing, and she threw back her head to sing the tule kotiin call to draw them near.

“@Mallaidh, Eirlys, where are you? Tule tänne!”