Dawnlark Plains People Change

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Njord did not pick up on her subtle balk, unaware he might have hit a nerve. “How kind of ya,” he quipped. Dispersing was usual for their kind, but Njord never considered leaving Meares Island to be for the benefit of providing space for new blood. Maybe he just wasn’t as considerate as Sequoia… he had left to live his own life, and did not think about the consequences (good or bad) for his family.

Despite missing her first flinch, Njord was at the ready when she alluded to spreading genes – especially since she had been flirtatious from the start. Though Valmúa preoccupied his mind and heart, Njord could not resist a little banter. “Hopin’ to sew yer own garden in tha process?” Njord jeered, rising to all fours as his red tailed wagged. “Didn't take ya fer a farmer, miss Sequoia," his paws hit the ground in a play bow, beckoning her to partake in a playful romp.