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Njord was there before Rhaegal, and Chacal assumed he might step in to help them get the silver woman away from the borders. A soft, pleading warning came from her- that the bear was in the meadow nearby. The tangle, Chacal assumed- an area she knew well. She moved to help her mother as she was asked, wrapping the red kelp around places where she felt it would stay on, even temporarily, but when Njord bolted off into the labyrinth of brambles she hissed through her teeth and looked off into the wilderness. 

Her mind flitted to Meerkat. She knew the woman pined over her son's injuries, and for some reason, she'd worried so much that she might not have children this year, despite being given permission. Had Meerkat had a premonition? Chacal gritted her teeth. No. She wouldn't allow it to happen. Her mother urged them to move the bleeding woman, but Chacal couldn't let Njord jet off into the tangle, not when a bear lingered there. He could anger it and it would still have a trail leading right back to Sapphique. 

"Maman...I 'ave to go.
I will bring him home."

She did not linger any longer. She reached to give her mother's cheek a kiss- her way of making a promise- before she too dashed off into the tangle.