Moonspear spring showers

“My wife is a canny woman,” he observed aloud with a grin. “Tis a bonnie idea… Ah’ve yet tae learn how to craft such things. Seems like all villagers of Moonspear are traders. Perhaps, in time, ah will become a gran one, as well. Stingray, too.”

Njord glanced up at their songmaker, admiring it.

Then, he clucked his tongue when he realized Meerkat hadn’t so much as touched the rabbit. “Ah’ve kept ye too long, love. Why don’t ye ‘av yerself a quiet lunch. I’ll keep an eye on our lassies.” Njord hunkered down at the mouth of the den and prepared to keep watch.