4/7/2025, 3:34 PM
I can only imagine.It was difficult to even attempt it. Growing up with eight other children would have turned her into a right terror for attention from her mother, especially if it was only her. Steren tightened her limbs around Tyr as he turned, if only for a moment to ensure warm blood continued to circulate to the muscles there. She even tried to flatten down her ears, but that just made it hard to hear his words beyond the feeling of the rumble through his chest to her forelegs. She didn’t have enough warmth left in her to feel embarrassed about that.
That puts you a mile above most, in my view. In my village, before I left it, there was an ordeal with the abbot and the woodcutter. His son, the woodcutter’s, that is, looked absolutely nothing like him. But looked every bit like the abbot. They foisted the infant onto him, and chased him deep into the woods. I don’t know what happened to them.She hoped they had survived, but she knew that unlikely. A man of the Britain’s God, and a babe he didn’t know how to care for. The wolves had probably gotten them as soon as the sun went down.
It sounds like you have a lot to be proud of.She finished off, her tail giving a pitiful wag.