Cedar Sweep ambience

Njord arrived at their homestead, not long after Meerkat’s call, where his wife stood before a stranger who was gobbling down a meal. It was a young man of penny-brown though, due to his small stature, Njord pegged him as a boy born this year.

His brows knit and a small smirk curled his lips. He looked to Meerkat, bright eyes full of mirth, as if to ask what stray cat are you feeding?

“Who’s this, then?” he asked, voice brawny and strong.