Moonspear moody blue

“Rodyn called ‘em songmakers,” Njord answered as the bauble chimed. Though the trinket was a bonnie addition to their ulaq, the redtail suddenly realized he may have miscalculated its value. “Och, I shoulda picked somethin’ different,” he reflected. “Another fur tae help ye lay comfortably.”

He leaned towards the exit of their den as if to inquire would you like me to go exchange it?

Then, his gaze fell to her belly. “Are ye wee ones dancin’ a jig in there? Ye mother cannae sleep,” he whispered as if speaking directly to their unborn puppies.