*Eleanor*
“He’s not upset with us, is he?” Thora asks as we prepare tonight's meal. Since it is the full moon, we will have fish stew.
“Why would he be?” I ask. “He gave everyone a choice.”
She nods, tossing some of the salted fish into the pot. “I know he is close with Hvitserk. We want more kids, though, and I do not want to be wolf to have them.”
I take her hand. “No one is upset. Honestly, I am glad you both decided not to. I need help with the children during the moon.”
She smiles, relieved. “There are many, but still, so few.”
“And more to come?” I ask.
She looks at me, surprised. “How could you tell?!”
“I just can,” I tell her with a shrug.
She gently places her hand over her stomach. “I am excited, but I am scared to have more to keep up with.”
“I’d tell you it’s
