Cricket Creek Bog pomegranate

Apollyon didn’t need to say much to make his motives clear. He was a braw young man looking for a woman – or many women! A coltish wolf, though a bit on the lanky side, with a drive to secure his future.

“Ah see,” Njord replied with a knowing chuckle. A fish-hooked curl pinched one corner of his mouth. The elder man remembered the ego of his youth! Knowing nothing, but thinking you knew everything.

Njord was entertained, but he felt this one could not be tied down to the Copse.

“Out tae charm tha lassies, hmm?” Njord mused. “Ah have a cache of meat nearby we could share, if ye indulge me with some conversation,” he proposed.