Moonspear suvaluk ⦕

grabby hands at shiny new threads

Moonspear’s grand expanse was completely opposite Teekon’s coast, but Njord knew it would serve him well to learn the lay of the land quickly. There were dense conifers and small woodland streams. Shattered basalt piles bordered pockmarks from an old event – but Njord had no idea what. Old growth made up many acres of the mountain’s base… but there were plenty of young plants which thrived, as well.

The seafarer worried, however, about how he would feed his family without the coast. He was no mountain man… a least, not yet. Seasalt and sand still coated his pelt. The red-tail was decidedly an outlander in these forests.

Njord was studying a strange new plant when he heard a howl. The familiar habit of greeting visitors at the border put his legs into motion, though they were still fatigued from their journey.

He came across a white woman who carried many things. Furs and parcels slung across her back. Njord had never seen anything like it… the closest image was of Erzulie’s medicine stores – piles of moss and herb. Long ribbons of kelp.

Njord realized he recognized her, though he did not know if his presence would evoke anything in their guest. “Kukutux?” he asked. The auspicious pink stone she had traded – it had led him to Meerkat.