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The islander could sense something was happening. Their golden matriarch had retreated to her home with her co-captain and wife, Rosalyn, quick behind her. Like gravity pulling the moon, Njord found himself orbiting the den site anxiously… but he dared venture no further.

The quiet summer morning was punctuated by the tribulations of birth. Erzulie’s normally lilting voice was now bedraggled as she struggled. Njord remained a vigilant guardian, more alert than ever, and wondered how a mother could endure such arduous pain. It seemed to last an eternity… until the tiny mewls of new life trumpeted their arrival… and Njord’s red tail wagged.

He would stay on duty and find other members of the pack to talk about Sapphique’s first children, all the while wondering their names or if any looked like their father.