Halvar nodded, pleased at the prospect of visiting their mother. He wondered what she looked like. Probably not too flashy or unusual, given that most of the litter seemed to resemble the Stormborn side of the family heavily.
"I'll take you to see Gunnar now," he said happily. He couldn't imagine how their father would react, but that was Gunnar's problem, not his. He couldn't help blushing slightly as he led Naja towards the pride's lands. "You're not going to be an aunt just yet. I just asked her to marry me, and she's a good girl, so, you know." His ears must be flaming red. "But I'll take you to meet her too and I'm sure you'll love her. Her name is Ulrika."
This was going to be excellent.
