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An island, just like Grim. At least he did not say that his home sank into the ocean, or Kaertok might have considered them siblings. Njord mentioned the prey being different, and Kaertok flicked an ear forward. He had grown up hunting mainly large game, and he imagined that Rusalka would travel a bit further inland if they were to hunt. Kaertok was a decent hunter himself, although it was not his main focus. Fighting and scouting were more his thing.

So long as Njord intended to improve on his skills, Kaertok was satisfied. If he only complained about things being different here, Kaertok did not think he would last long. It was a satisfactory answer for Kaertok, and it lent him some insight into Njord and his relationship with their leaders.

The question was turned back on him, and Kaertok shook his head.

Not long, maybe a month. I have known Raleska for much longer. She was the one he was truly loyal to. Where her loyalties lay, so did his. Anytime he had parted ways with her, things grew stale for the Tartok. She was who he was meant to be with, through thick or thin.

He did not think that Rosalyn or Erzulie knew that he had been a former member. That time had been tumultuous for plenty of reasons. It seemed wise to keep that information to himself, even though Raleska knew. Perhaps she wanted him to stay, and that was why she had not brought it up with Rosalyn and Erzulie.