Hushed Willows uncloak

Meerkat responded decisively and Njord was thankful for it.

Yet his heart weighed heavy at the notion that Sapphique would be better off without them.

Njord knew that prey did not travel through old wood. They preffered young growth for cover. Sometimes it took fire, destruction, to bring life back to a land.

“Tha thought has crossed my mind before,” the seafarer confided in his wife. “When ye came ta live by tha sea with me… I was so happy. But a part of me felt it wouldna be our home forever.” He paused. “Though I’d imagined we’d be in better spirits at the end,” he chuffed mawkishly.

A strong breeze shook the long trains of willow like windchimes. Njord watched Meerkat’s hair dance in the wind and his eyes grew soft.

“Tis a good idea ta council Mireille,” Njord acquiesced, though he worried it would tarnish the last good relationship he had left.