“What do you mean, an axe?! She’s not even six months old! And no singing at night, and keep your damn mjød away from her! She’s a tiny little girl, not a wolf pup!”
“A-alright, dear… whatever you say… *guilty whining*”
🤫P.S. Actually, I tried to color it, but the sketchmarkers let me down, and Lehman's nose decided to float a little.🥲







