Stavanger Bay Little Angels wrapped in fur

Thistle knew very well, that the little ones could not see her, or hear her. She knew though that they could feel the vibrations, and smell her. That was enough for her, she gently brushed their faces, and had to smile as Jorunn and Floki already began to battle with each other. She was beyond happy, a much bigger difference than her first pregnancy. Though, there had been many different circumstances there.

She nudged them gently again, licking their heads, the three that woke up. kaylan was still asleep, but that was alright with her. Þú munt vaxa stór og sterkur smælingja. Svo segðu mér, hvað skal þér vera. Ragna verður þú að vera a lítill prinsessa? Eða skjöld mær? Og Flóki verður þú að vera a trickster? eða logn drengur? Og Jórunn, sterkur maður eða munt þú og bræður þínir berjast vera konungar?

She spoke to them in the language of their father. These little ones they would be brave, and strong vikings. She would make sure of it. It was their birthright, their heritage. She hummed softly, laughing as she gently brushed a paw across them. She gently moved them about, making sure not to startle them. Playing only a bit, as they were so little yet. Even as petite as she was, she feared breaking them.