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"A few have given me their word," Tuwawi informed him, "but we both know some do not put much value in words alone. We shall see who comes when my husband and I howl the summons." Tyr seemed like a good bet, as did Skull. Ptarmigan had wavered and Tuwawi had not seen the dark woman since. She could not fault the wolves who decided the Sveijarn home was not for them in this early phase. Such unwavering loyalty was a lot to ask for in the very beginning.

"I don't believe he is," she told Syver. Njal had never been one to embellish on the heritage or traditions of his Northern clan. Though had had managed he had searched for them without success. Wherever his home was, it was far, far away. Their children had all been named in his culture's honor, and Tuwawi had half a mind to pick his brain, partially because her own history was so lacking. Tuwawi's mother had never shared much knowledge about the Maike family. After all, she had last been seen when her daughters were but six months old. Perhaps, with the freedom this new territory brought, Njal would feel more at liberty to share that piece of him, especially to the children. Of course, they would create their own life as Sveijarns.