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The pair retreated to a small, private glen in the Wildwood near the den where their children slumbered. Though Njord wished for nothing more than all five of them to be reuinted together, there was an innate understanding that there was much to mend between wife and husband foremost.

The physical and emotional journey back to Meerkat had exhausted Njord who, for the first time in a long time, slept deeply at her side in a makeshift bed of dried ferns – wrapped together like two chipmunks in a nest to escape the autumn chill.

The seafarer awoke second to Meerkat’s gentle affections. He rolled towards her, wrapping his lean arms around her shoulders to shift her atop his chest, and began to groom her ruff with small nibbles and licks, humming contendedly all the while. Midway, his head fell back to regard her – her crown rim lit from the dawn peeking behind the trees.

“I missed you,” he breathed – a simple expression for an infinitely complex feeling. A knot he wasn’t sure how to untangle.