Moonspear moody blue

The seafather could spy Meerkat’s rounded form nestled away in their bower – a small movement telegraphed that she was awake. He gingerly hung the small mobile off the side of one entrance, draping it over an outstretched root. The bones jostled together and Njord felt it sounded like raindrops on a hollow log. Peaceful.

“What do ye think?” he asked his wife about the new decoration. “Rodyn visited an’ brought gifts with ‘im. I thought ye’d like this one.”

His head cocked this way and that as he admired the bobble and reflected on the hunter’s conversation. He felt this was truly an art form.

Njord’s gaze traced the edge of their den’s entrance down towards Meerkat. How her body had changed in such a short time! Though the husband knew his wife did not feel the best, outwardly she positively glowed. The gentle curve of her flaxen belly reminded him of a round acorn cap.

His muzzle brushed against her cheek. “Do ye still feel sick, mo chridhe?” he asked, an undertone of concern laced within the bur of his voice.