Moonspear no clouds

Njord’s face softened when Sialulk crossed his path. He helped where he could, but the man was an acquaintance of Death’s and knew the grief They always delivered.

Sialuk had lost a sister. Rodyn, a wife. Rolayne and Panuk, a mother. Kukutux, a daughter. Time would be the only antidote to the great scar left upon them, upon the Moonpacks. He had given them space to mourn as a family, but perhaps now they were ready to come together with the rest of the village.

“An’ yours, Sialuk,” he says softly, empathetically. Njord lifted an arm and invited her in for a hug. “Ah’m sorry, mo caomhnach. Truly.”

Little did he know, Orca stalked them nearby.