Moonspear suvaluk ⦕

Njord couldn’t help but smile when it became evident the moon-colored woman recognized him. He trotted forth to share scent and inspect all the wonderous goods she carried. A rhythmic wave of his red tail telegraphed his curiosity and pleasant mood.

“Yer daughter, tha spirit-talker,” he remembered. When Sialuk had last visited Sapphique Njord had managed to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. How small the world was!

“Sialuk ‘as granted my family an’ I a place here,” he said, voice filled with gratuity. “Tae set down roots an’ help restore this land. My mate, Meerkat, an’ our son, Stingray, arrived only a few days ago. I believe ye ken my wife…?” If Meerkat was dear friends with sialuk, then it was probable that she was close with her mother, Kukutux, too.

Njord dipped one shoulder, as an offer to help carry the many things.