Ankyra Sound vi It's in your blood.

Njord had thought he was so baller… swimming across the ocean to find a new life for himself… but here was another young man, of similar age, laying the bricks to form a whole NEW kingdom. His own legacy. The islander was, admittedly, a little envious that he hadn’t thought up such a grand plan. We he thinking too small? His brows knitted together pensively, but his eyes were wide with wonder -- not considering, for a minute, that more neighbors might mean bad things for Rusalka. He could not know that the North was so crowded already.

“That’s so cool… you’re settling a whole new pack with them,” Njord replied with earnest respect. He could tell Kigipigak had something he didn’t. A certain sharpness… primitiveness that his brother, Aegir, possessed. Something that made a true man. Njord still felt like a lost boy, sometimes. Yet, he could still be sincere in his happiness for the Northerner. If Kigipigak could make it happen, then so could he!

“Yes, we can see Dragoncrest from here,” he replied, looking over his shoulder to the dangerous silhouette of cliffs against the gunmetal sky in the distance. “We’re called Rusalka. Sounds like we’ll be neighbors,” Njord added, a bit excited. Maybe Allies!  he thought. “This brother and sister… are they from Unnuakvik too? What will your pack be named?” he asked, wondering if more Northmen would settle nearby… he would sure love to pick their brains about their culture.