birthday surprise!

The old Warlord laughed as his grandaughter tried to say something around her mouthful of rabbit. She seemed to realise the folly in this, and put the kill down at his paws a moment later. He tilted his head, happy to hold her kill for her. However, her words caught him by surprise! He blinked, startled that Ursa knew, and that her parents had clearly told her. “...Ursa, I love it. Thank you!” He said, sniffing. Must be hayfever season, his eyes were starting to water a little.

He leaned over and grabbed Ursa, tugging her towards him. Careful not to squish the rabbit, he pulled her into his arms and wrapped them around her, before blowing a raspberry against her forehead. “Present givers get tickles, it's the rules!” He warned her.


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