Bramblepoint The view from halfway down

As the woman wept over her man, Njord was tempted to place a hand upon her quaking shoulder to steady her and permit the fallen wolf a peaceful and quiet death. But then, inexplicably, Bronco began to slowly rise like an ocean tide.

Clots of bloodied moss fell from him. It looked as if he molted a second skin, freeing himself from Death’s firm grasp. Quickly, the woman moved to aide Bronco and support his weight. She exchanged a few words, thanking Njord, but the redtail knew the only one indebted was himself.

“T’was Bronco who saved us,” he managed to inject as the couple turned back towards their homeland. His keen eye surveyed the way they moved together, steady but ramshackle, and whispered a small prayer to himself. “Buidheachas.“ Thank you.

Though his spirit found some comfort, some repentance, that he had done a kindness for the suffering, perhaps dying, Brecheliant man, Njord could not wait a moment longer to look for his daughter. The moment Teya and Bronco became half-obscured by foliage Njord turned and ran to begin tracking Seal’s scent.