Moonspear half light, half heart

“Rolayne. Panuk.” Njord tested their names and gave a stout nod of approval. “Braw names for such fine boys. They will grow to become good men, like their father…” Njord passed Rodyn a warm expression. “For their father is the strongest man I know.”

The red-tail draped a paw across Rodyn’s shoulders and pulled him in. It was true, Njord could think of no other man so devoted and industrious who possessed such a benevolent character. He thought back to the time they had hunted together upon Dragoncrest’s shores. Since then, Rodyn had toiled to build a family castle by the sea. To see his beloved wife pass was no less than a tragedy.

“Ah’m sorry, mo bràthair,” he said in a quiet, solemn voice.