Moonspear tatee

Njord spied the smile. The sparkle in the seal hunter’s eye. But Njord did not understand it.

“Surely ye ‘ave repaid your debt, nae?” He queried, ignorant of the contract signed when Sialuk admitted a pregnant Nasamik and disgraced Chakliux into her village. “Ye ‘ave hunted tirelessly for the pack. Defended our borders and helped build this village.” In Njord’s eyes, the pair had given their honest all to Moonspear. “What more can she ask of ye?”

First wife. Njord was curious at this phrase, and a swivel of his good ear telegraphed this.