Seaside Moors Hungry Soul

It was not long before a resident emerged: a middle aged woman spun of silky, golden hair. She looked enchanting, and quite a deal more fair than the women of the island. He approached eagerly and submissively. She seemed plesant enough... a shine in her eye and a warm drawl in her words... but Njord could not know of the tragedy which had recently affected this pack. 

"Was?" he asked, lowering his crown to test the meaning of her words, ears falling to half mast with uncertainty.