Chapter 3 the Adoption

The master woodsman suddenly rose, with knitted brows. There is a strange presence in the forest, he declared. Then the queen and her nymphs turned and saw, standing before them, the seal,. With the sleeping infant clasped tightly in her arms, and a defiant look in her deep blue eyes. In another instant, the seal had caught it to her breast, and it was herring with it through the forest paths. Nacelle loved best to call him Claws, and in after days many of her sisters followed her example.