His eyes were slow to adjust to the gloom of them den and Laufey had to blink rapidly and squint in the hopes of speeding the process up. The first thing he saw was the dark outline of Neith. His gaze trailed down the outline and into the darkness at her side. "Daughter?" he murmured as his eyes caught the barely discernible movement of Neith's tail as she nuzzled his chin. Slowly a small white blob began to stand out against the black of Neith's fur.
Laufey dropped down to his belly beside Neith and reached out to gently brush his nose along the tiny pup at her side. My, was she cute. And tiny. "She's perfect," he said approvingly. Had Stori been this small? It was hard to reconcile the image of the big, exuberant boy with the newborn he once was. "Tradition is that we wait to name her," he stated simply.
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