Moonspear half light, half heart

Njord’s head bobbed in agreement. Never would he doubt the depth of Rodyn’s grief. “Aye,” he said, baritone voice soft and fatherly. His jaw clenched as he mourned with the broken man.

Then, Rodyn voiced his appreciation. “Of course,” he assured. “Ye are like kin, tae me. I’ll help ye any way I can.” Idly, he wondered if Rodyn would choose to raise his children here or take them back to Moontide when they were milk-weaned. That was a matter for another day.

“My daughter Seal ‘as taken a likin’ tae pups. Maybe she’ll fancy herself a pupsitter,” he mused, hoping to brighten Rodyn's spirit. “She could help watch yer wee ones when ye need it. Ah, but alas,” Njord voice became whimsical, “it goes by so verrae fast… blink your eyes an’ they’ll be grown.”