Qeya River the speed of thought

Njord waited for an answer but none came. Instead, the other man prompted a question – maybe to test the validity of Sapphique’s situation. The redtail shot him a suspicious sideways glance, as if to ask why? Yet there was no need. Kigipigak went on, with a grave face, to explain about a savage attack nearby.

Njord could practically feel his blood run cold as the scorn in his expression said it all. He would need training now, more than ever, if he meant to protect all he held dear. “Seems tha wilds are rife with evil sorts,” observed the seafarer bitterly. “Stealin’ bairns,” he spat with a cluck of his tongue, “who would do such a thing?” Though Njord considered Kigipigak to be equal parts warrior and pompous chad, he would never consider his rival to be capable of anything close to those sinister deeds. “Was it Duskfire?” he asked and prayed Meerkat’s old home hadn’t fallen under danger.

Njord continued on and shook his head. “Nay, our threat lies in Ankyra Sound. A wolf pissed all over our neighborin’ territory. A beastly white woman covered in scars with yellow eyes means ta make tha claim her own.”

A breathe exhaled through Njords nose. “We av’ an allied pack to tha East of us on Redtail Rise. Warrior sorts. An’ their leader, Avicus doesna care much for her either. Says this woman killed her mom an’ some bairns, as well.” Njord freely conveyed what he had learned from Erzulie to Kigipigak and his sanguine woman. The foreboding danger felt like a thunderstorm rolling in and gave Njord all the more motivation to strike a deal.

Took out the bits about Blackwater since that thread is happening concurrently with this one, and Njord wouldn't have IC knowledge of it yet.