Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

Rosalyn breezed by Njord and positioned herself at the front. Reyes… the red-tail recalled his conversation with Meerkat and the dots began to connect: Reyes was Rosayln and Erzulie’s son from a previous litter. Towhee’s, Meerkat’s mother’s, mate… well, at least he had been at some point. From the look of it things had changed.

Erzulie soon joined the helm and Njord did not miss the gentle caress upon her wife’s whither. Something shifted in his demeanor and the seafarer felt his stomach bottom out. Maybe from jealousy, or maybe from the realization that he was living in a Pollyanna fantasy. He had long thought himself a third in this family dynamic, but they hadn't even bothered to introduce him or acknowledge his presence. Sobo must have been cut from the same cloth as his father, for they shared the sentiment of being overlooked and ignored.

Feeling certainly out of place, Njord stepped back and turned away from the gathering. He made sure to keep his expression somewhat neutral. Just a guard leaving the family be... even though, on the inside, he was wounded.

Exit Njord