Cricket Creek Bog pomegranate

The stranger was courteous but not exactly welcoming. And why should be? The wilds were full of dangers – and maybe Njord should have been equally cautious. After all, Meerkat and Ajei had been confronted by a loner just like this one.

Njord shook his furs to show he did not want any conflict, though his head sat squarely on his shoulders; confident and proud.

“Verrae well,” he supplied. Njord inched nearer and took the scent of the wind. “Ah dinnae often see travelers in the hinterlands. Are you passing through?” he asked, genuinely curious.