Birthday gifts for orphans

As soon as Wynter saw him, she regarded him with bright eyes and recognition. She even mostly said his name right! Hal was so caught off guard that he didn't know how to immediately respond, just standing there wide-eyed and wearing a more genuine smile now. "That's right! You were very close with the pronunciation too," he complimented her, his own tail giving a subtle tag behind him, the first time it had wagged since his mother's death. He wouldn't make to correct her though; he was just delighted that someone outside of his family had actually made an attempt to learn and pronounce his name, since he was incredibly proud of it. His dopey giddiness was broken momentarily when Wynter asked what he was looking for and Hal... he realized a glaring problem. "I don't know," he replied with all the confidence of a man sent to do the shopping without a list. Perhaps if he explained to Wynter, she might be able to point him in the right direction.

"Spring is my litter's birthdays. We turned one year old this season," explained the Viking lad in his somewhat rough speech, lacking refinement yet full of emotion. "I want to get my brothers and sisters birthday gifts, since our parents are unable to. But I realize now... I'm not sure where to begin." Hallvarðr gave a gruff hum as he looked down at all of the miscellaneous wares strewn across Wynter's stall. Ice blue eyes peered up at her from beneath his lashes, meeting hers with a sheepish embarrassment. "Do you have recommendations for good gifts for yearlings? Three brothers and two sisters." He especially had no idea what the girls would like.

"Hallvarðr Trygg"