you are my sunshine

Dutch walked from the makeshift den, blinking against the morning sun. soon it'd be winter, and the sun would dull and her kids wouldn't want to go outside to play anymore. it'd be too cold for their little bodies. "c'mon, you lot" she bent down to peer at the mouth of the den, encouraging all three of them to tumble outside. today would be a lesson on crafting. Thoren may not be here, but she wanted to continue their traditions of Donyur all the same. these kids were half Ahlberg. she refused to raise lazy kids.

"we're gonna do a little arts n' crafts today" she raised her head and stared around the lake area. there was plenty to work with here. she could make something from all this, and instruct the kids to do something fun too. "we can make anythin' you want. and you get to keep it too!" maybe she'd teach them how to craft a spear. thinning down wood was one of the most important skills in crafting. her eyes scanned the area, wondering if Hannibal would join them. he had spent lots of time with their kids so far, and she knew to expect him in their lives.

but if it was just her and three pups, she would be fine with that too.