The Tangle Lies are simple, truth complex

A day went by. Then two. The old trail was difficult to follow… Njord would find their scent before losing it again under fresh snow. Bear scent interweaved wolf’s. After a long and arduous trek, Njord found the first signs of blood.

He smelled it before he saw it. His heart jumpstarted with panic and willed his long legs to move faster through the drifts of snow. The scent became stronger and stronger until, at last, Njord had found the site where Swordfish and Quennell had taken shelter from their assailant.

Tears pricked at Njord eyes. My poor son! The stench of blood and fear caked the walls of the humble burrow where they had hidden from the grizzly.

Njord turned away and back out into the open.

“Swordfish!!” He called out into the wilds.

“Quennell??” A game of Marco without Polo.

There was no response. Had they moved?

Were they dead?

Njord felt feint at the thought.