Moonspear summer sunday nights

A contended sound strummed from Njord’s throat. Then, a hearty laugh. “Och!” he exclaimed. “’Tis a good thing Ah fancy dancin’!” he jeered. Then, when the waves of chuckles subsided, Njord became introspective once more.

“Seein’ what we’ve been through… tis no wonder we cannae help but do-si-do ‘round it, eh? We’ve seen loss. Pain… an’ me, wheel… Ah’m scairt tae repeat past mistakes… especially when it comes tae Orca an’ Seal,” Njord admitted. Their last litter had a turbulent upbringing, punctuated by the bear and the disappearance of Swordfish. Njord was not sure he could forgive himself if harm came upon his daughters as a result of this choice.

“But… change isnae easy. Sometimes its worth tha risk. And Ah’m sure not gettin’ any younger,” he jested – but a touch of morbid urgency there. Then, a supportive paw on Meerkat’s shoulder. “Aye, let us ask our lassies an’ see what they say,” he agreed.