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Meerkat pulled back to lock eyes which, sadly, allowed Njord to watch the spark of attraction fade into melancholy sympathy. She reached out. Njord tilted his crown and leaned his face into her paw, thankful for her touch as his eyes shut, comforted. One by one his muscles unwound, hugged close and tight by Meerkat, and relaxed from the stress of his days-long search. His lungs pressed out a great sigh and expelled negative thoughts from his mind.

It was like a small bubble formed around them. The Tangle, Dragoncrest, the Taiga… they all fell away. Njord was quiet against her, reflecting on just how thankful he was that Meerkat was here – even if, coincidentally – and that she knew exactly what he needed at the time. Meerkat was easy to be around, and Njord felt he could share his heart openly with her.

“I’m scairt for her,” Njord said, “she’s like a daughter ta me.” Sapphique had a difficult year, and grief struck differently when it affected one’s kin. Despite his somber emotions, Njord found solace and safekeeping in their embrace. Some wolves needed to be alone when they felt lost, but not Njord. Connectedness healed him… which explained the deep, self-inflicted wound created when Njord had to take steps to separate himself from Erzulie.

It felt like curtain between them had been drawn. The Tourmaline’s muzzle buried itself into Meerkat’s buff-colored mane and he breathed deeply. She smelled divine. Small sparkler-size lights tickled his chest like fireflies in a dark and windy storm. “There’s nothin’ more that can be done tonight,” he admitted, which made his train of thought change course. Njord moved an inch back to regard her, but not fully separate. “What’re doin’ in tha Tangle this late, anyway? Is er’thin’ okay?” he asked her, concerned with Meerkat's wellbeing.