Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

Njord scouted their new perimeter scuffing his paws and leaving frequent marks until he felt dehydrated. It was never too much, Njord felt, to overprotect their small, newborn pack.

Moonspear’s weather turned fierce and Njord felt the cold bite right down to his skin. It was then he came across a young wolf. Njord’s expression jumped, hoping it was Swordfish! But as he drew nearer, it turned out to be a girl not much older than his own son.

He was disappointed, but not enough to ignore the she-wolf who appeared to be in a state. If anything, he felt empathetic. “Are ye lost, lass?” Njord asked in his token Scottish brogue.