Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Skáld felt safe, knowing Gunnar was content to simply claim the curly-coated boy as his own. Out of all the wolves he’d known, Gunnar had never come and left, like the others. 

Surprisingly, though, he would be having more children. Skáld canted his head. ”Who is the mother? Or…Other father?” After all, in Skáld’s earliest days he’d learned that fathers could give birth too. Ike had explained that to him.