Don't Feed The Bears

Habringr grinned and nodded. "Yes, one of my son's. I have two boys now. That was Áskell and the other is called Jigsaw." It was strange how time moved and changed future plans. He never thought he'd have children after the loss of his wife and now he had two. Not only that but they were growing swiftly. Come winter they would be 9 months old. Almost yearlings already. It was alarming how quickly time seemed to pass and he pawed for a moment at the woven, golden band around his left wrist. "Speaking of my son's I better make sure Áskell got back to the den and that Jigsaw isn't also out wandering around here. Kids will wear you ragged!"

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