Qeya River mysterious as the dark side of the moon

The trio met by the riverside, stopped short of one another, and Njord could see the dubious look on Kigipigak’s face. The seafarer knew, just as well, that this had not been part of their arrangement… but after Loko’s encounter with in the Sound, Njord knew he could not spare this opportunity to prepare his child for the world.

“Loko, my son,” Njord introduced simply, saving Kigipigak from the details of their unusual family arrangement. He hoped Loko wouldn't oppose, and continued on. “He’s a canny lad an’ a braw hunter,” he explained as he motioned for Loko to step forward, “he’ll be good ‘elp on our hunt.”

There was a second motive, as well. Njord thought back to a memory of Sobo asking why it was bad to be male in the female-first hierarchy of Sapphique. This epiphany had haunted the redtail ever since… and Njord knew it would be a good experience for Loko to hunt and learn among men.

“If ye canna spare time to train us both, then I ask ye coach Loko in my stead,” Njord acquiesced with a firm look, though in his heart it was difficult to relinquish these lessons… the thought of Meerkat’s face in his mind’s eye.