Who's Baby Is That?!

Locan continued to buck and brey wildly, angling his massive body away from the seemingly harmless woman. Too distracted and overwrought to dispense with his usual medley of Elvhen calming prose, he released the reigns and let the horse bound down the path. Ragnar wasn't really concerned, and and Lorcan never failed to reunite when their need was greatest. Besides, it wasn't like Ragnar was eager to confront her either. In some ways he envied the horse for running from the threat in front of him. Once, just once, he wished he could allow himself that same opportunity. 

Yes, he said simply in response, still keeping his body angled so she would have to contend with him before she could even bat an eyelash at the lad. It wasn't until the moment she knelt next to the basket that he realized what she carried. He swallowed a lump that formed in his throat in that moment, that was his child too. 

Mine. 

You left him. You left-- he swallowed hard. No He felt a surge of primal protection rise inside of him. The kid started to mewl then, his tiny limbs batting at the swaddle as a small wail sounded between them. No. he said more resolutely.