Hushed Willows uncloak

Njord slept a bit easier after he took some time to reflect in Sapphique’s cemetary with Quennell. Sometimes a little pity party helped rally the soul.

He awoke, plesantly surprised, to a proposal from Meerkat to explore the Hushed Willows – just the two of them. Njord was a bit skeptical but, since his wife took the initiative, he obliged. They meandered through the beautifully dramatic tresses of willow boughs, which cloaked the land like grand drapery.

It was peaceful.

“Mm?” he hummed when Meerkat turned her conversation to more poignant matters. She said a statement… but Njord could sense, by the tone of her voice, what she alluded to. Yet, he did not want to mistakenly put words in Meerkat’s mouth.

He paused a long while. “There’s new… sentiments. Obstacles,” Njord observed vaguely. “A new order to tha pack.” He minced his words purposefully, afraid to say too much and upset her. “Do ye wish ta hear my thoughts of it?” He turned to look at Meerkat and gauge her reaction. If his plain words stirred too many feelings, he would not utter them.