After a few days of heavy thunderstorms, the sun has finally come out. Sigyn and I, having contracted a near-fatal case of cabin fever, are going for a walk.
Fisi, back off a little, will you? No one likes hot hyena-breath down the back of their neck.
Sleipnir’s fetlocks! Where is that brainless carnivore going now? Fisi! Come back here!
What have you got in your mouth, you stupid beast?
Oh, no! Where did you find a kitten? Don’t look, Sigyn!
Drop it, Fisi!
Bad hyena! No biscuit!
(poke, poke, poke.) I’m sorry love. I… I think the wee little thing has joined his no-doubt valiant ancestors in Kitty Valhalla.
Or maybe not. I guess the furry morsel was just a little scared! Give it a good cuddle, my love, and let it toddle off home. There are too many felines in our house already.
I don’t see any toddling happening.
Aw, Sigyn, for Frigga’s sake don’t feed it.
Sigh. I should have known that this was one battle I wasn’t going to win.