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It was happening. Somehow Njal managed to sleep through the night, although from time to time he was roused by Tuwawi's movement, or the shifting of a tiny pup. When his wife finally nudged his face to get him up and out, Njal was awake within moments. He blinked through the bare light of morning, casting a brief glance over their children, but eventually found his gaze landing upon Tuwawi. Ready? She queried, her voice igniting his engines (so to speak) and urging the man to leave the den. While she unfurled from the sleeping babes, Njal poked his nose out of the burrow's entrance - catching Bazi's scent - and then he withdrew, giving Tuwawi room to pass.

He didn't have to say anything, but the expression upon Tuwawi's face was filled with apprehension. She peered towards the white figure in the distance, and her husband - who was at her side within a heartbeat, and tenderly nudging the curve of her neck - tried to ease her nerves. We have nothing to worry about. This is only the beginning, my love. A beginning, yes. From here on out the Sveijarn family were one united front and, with the aid of their allies, they would reach the mountains that would serve as the fortress for their future.