Felltree Marsh and beautiful-haired muses

“Aye, she is a fine hunt’r,” Njord agreed with a nod. “A braw wolf despite ‘er trials.” A sigh whistled out his nose as he thought to himself, ‘an’ that is why we must find her.’ The man was a brew of optimism, determination, and desperation. Ever since losing Merlin, Njord had felt a piece of him missing… and the absence of Haunt struck him deeply.

He began to walk in the direction Erzulie was scanning. “Four eyes are bett’r than two,” he said. An offer to team up. “Tell me more about ‘er dreams?” he asked, curious as to what affected his friend so profoundly.