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Njord sounded as exasperated by the idea of children being stolen as anyone else of noble blood, or pure heart. Kigipigak listened to him; when he asked after Duskfire the pale man shook his head and quickly said, Rivenwood, south of here.

He was taken by surprise when Njord gave more details about the people giving him, and the coastal wolves he lived with, trouble. The description gave rise to a frown upon Kigipigak's face, because it fit someone he knew, and that worried him.

Pale, and scarred. There was a woman like that running with Moonglow months ago - while we hunted with the glacier village. The man's jaw tightened and he looked away from Njord a moment, considering that it might be Nyra.

She had been a mysterious addition at first, then someone difficult to trust. Easily provoked. That she had finally left Moonglow to forge her own path was not surprising nor was it that hard to imagine the threat that she posed to those around her.

You will need more training than I can provide, he concluded as he looked to Njord again, dropping the hostility and the mirth that often sparked between the pair. But I will train you as much as I can. We can start when you are ready. Nyra was a formidable opponent precisely because of how reckless she could become in the heat of the moment.