Dragoncrest Cliffs Underwater

She noted, first, the wandering tracks of her fair boy. His bravery was something she should have lauded; but in the wake of Requiem’s disappearance she had begun to cling to her children more desperately. So she trailed after Étienne, and would have set the child on a path parallel (but well within) the borders, she dropped the thought when a familiar voice called from the borders.

She was not far away- but even the strongest headwind wouldn’t have held Meerkat back from greeting her husband before the jackal got there. She noted the noble, natural posture her son assumed and rather than chastising him for ranging so far, she nuzzled him between his shoulder blades. 

She was happy to see Njord. Meerkat, of course, was overjoyed. Chacal’s eye noticed the change in the man, who possessed a frame no longer soft from comfort, and his pelt healing in places where he had been wounded.

”Dis be Meerkat’s husband, Njord,” She whispered quietly to her son, touching her nose to his cheek. ”De sea ‘ave returned you to our shores, will you stay ‘ere, an’ roam no more?” She asked. The heartache he had caused Meerkat would not easily be forgotten, and she had yet to seek Sobo’s opinion, knowing Njord’s return might cause him turbulence as well. She was glad to see him- but needed at least a promise from him that he would not abandon his post again.