Stone Circle anyway, you know what this is all about

The woman hummed a few notes to try and calm him. If that did not work, she naturally began to put a tune to it, and hummed a song from her own mother. It was a nameless thing that had been repeated often enough within Sanja's childhood to be ingrained.

When she grew tired of that, she held him close with her forelegs and began to groom his face. A wide, warm tongue lavished Dagur with all the attention Sanja could muster (it would not last long), and when she finished this, she sighed.