This year was certainly different than the rest. A new person had entered their lives, a chaotic person at that. He still did not know how he was going to manage trying to take care of such a wild child. One who kept running away. Today the most Victor could hope for is that she wouldn't run today. It would be quite a disappointment for him to have to go find her during Christmas. After all, the whole point was to celebrate together. Sadly she hadn't seemed to care about such things so far. And this was what Victor thought about during his morning as he stood outside and gazed out into the forest. He could see as the sky was turning pink as the day approached.

He didn't know if Angharad would like any of the presents given. How were they to get to know her if she refused to acknowledge them most days. It was likely that the wild child might not like most things that were bought for her. Did she even like anything besides running off? It was easier to think as he gazed at the forest. Even easier to think when he was in the forest. … Well, that could certainly be a gift. As he thought over his idea more, the more he began to smile. If she didn't run off, it would be a perfect idea. She seemed to like the woods, and it was a rabbit that she had that that dragon had seemed to be after. Perhaps she would enjoy joining him on his hunts.

Of course his wife would never approve, and the children would possibly be jealous. But Victor had been raised to hunt, and he was sure that he could convince his wife to let the children join when they were older. It was a valuable skill, especially for where they lived. If they were ever to lead a life like his, they would have to know how to hunt. While it was settled in his mind, he was sure he was going to have a battle of wits with his wife over this.