Ankyra Sound I was meant for a life somewhere else.

Scarcely anything tore Njord’s attention away from Meerkat and their children, but Kigipigak’s call was a special exception. It had been many moons since their last meeting, and the seafarer had wondered how his land and family had fared. Respect grew where there once was rocky resentment, and Njord considered the man to be an important ally.

He broke their borders and arrived at the Sound to see one of Sapphique’s newest recruits, an older male, already exchanging pleasantries. Gunnar, if the grapevine was correct.

“Kigipigak,” Njord called out as approached, making the duo a trio. “It’s good ta see you! How ‘av you an’ Sakmet been farin’ on tha river?”