“Kodiak,” Soljor tried the name. He smiled. “A good name.” He nodded. It was a strong one. It befitted the land around them as much as gave strength. He smiled as the colt bumped his nose. Soljor blew a little hard into the colt’s face, taking the infant in. He turned to Acelynn.

“Yes, he is a good looking colt,” He nodded. “He’ll be a strong one.” Soljor didn’t want to say that he was favoring a colt over any of his daughters. After all, he already had four. But he had to pay special attention to the males. They needed to learn how to be strong, had to learn how to be men. Like he was working with Magnus, he would work to lay the foundations with his own son.

This was important. And it was something a piece of him had always longed to have with O Melhor all those years ago. He was determined to be better. He wasn’t going to just disappear on his family and children. He silently swore that.