The Tangle And an angel for my pain

Njord’s obstinancy was challenged with a direct order, laced with primitive displays of fang and fur. He felt the scalding burn of Chacal’s hawkish gaze and the commanding presence that radiated from her spirit.

The seafather’s jaw slackened in disbelief, but the knit of his brows did not release. He did not budge but simply shook his head in disappointment.

Chacal had been just a whelp when Shardik murdered three of their own.

Now, his son had been maimed.

And the grizzly’s latest quarry charted a bloodtrail right into Sapphique. Right to Meerkat!

“How can ye ask that of me,” the man retorted with a growl, body buzzing with impudence. “If ye willnae help me scout, then off with ye!” he added with a toss of his muzzle. Njord postured defiantly, red tail erect in a stiff wave. “I willnae wait for ‘im tae take us by surprise again,” he said with finality.