Moonspear smallest wingless

If its okay with you all I’d like to say that Njord was present at the den site already :)

Meerkat cried out to the pack for help. Their small child, who was too tiny for this world, was cradled in his wife’s arms. Njord felt like flotsam – shattered debris adrift on the tide – as he wrestled with the morbid reality that their baby was gone. A chill, colder than the ocean in winter, washed over the man who sat vigilantly at Meerkat’s side.

Alaric arrived and then Elentari. Njord didn’t know what to feel, so he suffered quietly as the absence of outward emotion distinctly contrasted his wife’s visceral sobs. Stingray came next and Njord found himself resting a paw on his son’s shoulder – eerily reminiscent of when Stingray had been his father’s anchor after the bear attack.

Sialuk’s sympathetic voice seemed to answer what the husband and wife both knew in their hearts.

He’s gone, isn’t he? Meekat’s punctuation made Njord’s stomach sink. His blue eyes turned to her, fixated on the dampness at her temples, and he wondered what broke him more – the loss of their little one, or watching his wife grieve anew.

The muscle of his shoulder flexed, masseter jumping as Njord clenched his jaw in silent anger.

Then, the tide turned quickly when Meerkat gasped a sound of surprise and Njord could spy more babes, alive and well, moving in her belly.

He looked to Sialuk and Alaric quickly, desperately. Would their other children be well? Was Meerkat healthy?