Moonspear Like a toreador

A somber mood matched September’s stormy weather. The Moonwomen sang their deaths songs and their voices echoed across the mountainside. But what of the husband and sister who could not sing? For them, time would be the only balm for grief’s deep wound.

The pack took no shortcuts when it came to comforting the new family. Rodyn’s sons would want for nothing, nursed by their Aunt and Elentari and watched over by every packmember. Njord had organized a hunt to supply fresh meat for the adults and growing children. It was the only way – to provide for family in need – for village Moonspear knew no other.

Yet, Njord could not deny the toll it took on his spirit and body. He had yet to fully recover from the vicious tiger attack and its emotional toll. Still, there was much work that needed to be done. Today, he tracked a new trail through the woods. It was only coincidence that his path crossed the stranger’s – he spotted her down in the foothills cutting through the heather. Njord’s ears pricked as he began his descent to intercept her.