Moonspear when someone leaves your life,

The two of them wrapped together like squirrels in a nest. For a while, the girl was so cold against Njord that it kept him awake and vigilant. He watched as her head slumped, sleep finally finding the unfortunate, weary traveler.

The wind howled and whistled outside. How many unlucky wolves had met their end on the mountain’s unforgiving range?

Sleep found Njord too. The stressors from the week drained the majority of his energy. After thirty minutes his eyes shut, comfortable against another warm body.

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After a few hours, Njord awoke and slipped from the den to hunt. In a short amount of time, he returned with a meager meal – a vole – for the girl. He could not yet fish the frozen water and did not know enough about Moonspear’s terrain to catch anything larger.

His head poked into the den’s opening. Was she awake?