Moonspear Arpeggio

Njord was content when he and his wife appeared, Argent’s own icy eyes shifting over her, the trace of a welcoming smile pulling at his lips before the red-tailed man determined they would begin. No others showed—and Argent found a light frown storming his features only momentarily—feeding a she-wolf with child should be a top priority, but perhaps the gathering of them had been ill-timed.

Regardless, Njord’s spirit was not disheartened by it, and so Argent maintained his own good humor, eager to test the way his comrades and he could work with one another in what he considered a sacred manner of trust and bonding.

Snout to ground, he moved with hefty purpose—sheep would be their goal—made clear by the trail they followed. The wool was promising to line a family’s Ulaq with comfort, he imagined, and breaking to the left lightly, Argent’s eyes focused upon the distant herd, bleating softly to themselves, unaware that a pack would soon be testing their health and mettle.