Moonspear Like a toreador

Njord cared more about her character than her skills. Anything could be taught to the right pupil, he figured. Moonspear’s stability would also grant her room to explore whatever trade she wished. Plus, if she had survived such a long trek from the inland valleys then it was assured she possessed decent survivalist abilities already.

His expression widened in mild surprise when Simbelmyne explained she was descended from island-faring wolves. Njord instantly liked her a little more. Anything born from the ocean would always have a piece of his heart.

“S’that so?” he mulled. “Ah was born on an island an’ traveled tae tha mainland when Ah came of age.” But, there were many islands along the coast and so Njord felt the chances of them being the same were slim. Little did he know that they shared a common Corten thread in the great quilt that was Teekon’s bloodlines.

“So, ye say ye look for a home, havin’ left inland. Why did ye leave?” he asked. “An’ what do ye hope tae find that ye didnae have before? Status? Rank? Children?” Njord postulated, though his tone was flat and nonjudgemental. He didn't peg her as the prospecting type, but he earnestly wanted to know what motivated her. What would make her happy in a new home?