Moonspear no, we don't hide when it rains now

Alaric, Seal, and Slaney joined while Meerkat announced her arrival. It would be a good group of hunters and, if nothing else, Njord felt his daughter would learn from this experience.

His sapphire gaze passed over each wolf and assessed their condition before it fell upon Moonspear’s newest recruit. Slaney was a thinly made man in his prime with silver furs, reminiscent of Argent’s coloring. Their expression was open and attentive. Njord felt that he was the most promising addition Moonspear had seen in a while and was eager to watch him hunt.

“Ah thank ye for heedin’ my call,” Njord told them in his token Scottish burr. “If ye hardnae heard, a great sorrow ‘as befallen Moontide.” His countenance became solemn. “Tha lead female, Sialuk’s sister, passed away in childbirth. Rodyn, her husband, an their two wee bairns ‘av joined Moonspear for a time.” His chin dipped, as if paying respect.

“Acrux an’ Maggak grow bigger by tha day,” Njord smiled with new hope. “As do Rolayne an’ Panuk. Sialuk, Elentari, an’ Argent are givin’ em all of themselves. Tis’ a time tae heal. Tae take care of our kin. Let us hunt for them, eh? For Moonspear an’ Moontide.”

Then, Njord took a few steps toward ungulate tracks in the loam. “Whitetailed deer,” he explained. “A small herd of does ah’ve kept tabs on for sometime. They’re no far from here.”

“Alaric,” he turned towards the dark man, his dearest friend in Moonspear. “Ah’d like ye tae lead this hunt. There’s no better wolf for it.” This, Njord knew in his heart to be true - Alaric was one of Moonspear’s most capable. “Slaney, ye shall be Alaric’s marksman. Follow his lead and dinnae hesitate to draw blood. Seal, Meerkat, an’ I will take the flanks… tha deer shall no escape today,” he added confidently.

“Let’s rendezvous with Meerkat, an’ then set off. Ready?” Njord asked and checked the party. Then, if all were prepared, Njord would motion for Alaric to lead the way.