The sound of wailing filled Skjor's ears in the dead of night, waking the sleeping man. The night had been peaceful up until now, Skjor finally getting some much needed rest. But his slumber came to a close once the wailing started and Skjor knew he must attend to his child. He yawned, stretching his hands above his head before standing up. He glanced down at Aela, who was fast asleep.
More screaming came from the opposite bedroom, reminding Skjor of why he had got up in the first place. He made his way into his son's room, finding the small boy roll wildly in his blankets. Skjor leaned over the small crib, gathering Thafar into his arms. The lad almost immediately calmed down once he was in his father's arms, only a few whimpers emitted past his lips. Skjor smiled down at his two week old son, joy filling his eyes.
It hadn't been an easy for a few weeks for him and Aela, but they managed to bring Thafar into the world with little trouble. The Companions welcomed their newest member with open arms while Holly was purely delighted. Suddenly a ray of moonlight cascaded through the window of the small house, shimmering onto Skjor's face. He grimaced as he felt the urge to transform into a werewolf. The moon light became brighter in the room almost becoming unbearable for him. A small tiny hand stretched up from its small cocoon, catching Skjor by surprise. Skjor laughed slightly allowing Thafar to play with one of his fingers.
Skjor walked backwards away from the moonlight and sat down on one of the small chairs that were in Thafar's room. The little lad snuggled close to his father, sleep slowly coming over him. Skjor ran a delicate hand down his son's back before joining him in the void of endless dreams.
No Copyright intended! Holly is my Dovahkiin
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