Felltree Marsh and beautiful-haired muses

Njord’s wounds healed well thanks to the diligent care from Erzulie and @Sobo. The little boy was attentive and careful. He seemed to have great interest in medicine like his mother, and Njord was proud to see his boy so full of life.

Yet, as the seasons changed, so did the weather. Colder air moved in as the aspens’ leaves turned gold. His one sleek summer coat was growing plush, hiding whatever was left of his wounds… But as his pelt grew dense, the pack grew lean. Njord hadn’t seen Avicus for many weeks… and he scarcely interacted with Zephyr and his children. Haunt, too, had grown scarce.

Concerned, Njord meandered through the forest until he heard Erzulie’s call outside the territory. He crossed the Tangle and the Marsh until he found his captain… but no Haunt.

“Erzulie,” he said, brows knitted in an uncharacteristically serious way. “You ‘av not seen Haunt?” His gaze scanned the quiet scrim, unaware of the white wolf's premonitions.