Hoshor Plains pretty like the wind

The lass obliged him and the two moved to a quieter side of the camp. Njord gave a small nod of thanks.

He shifted his weight and settled in, sapphire eyes fixed upon Vairë to measure her expression. “The last time Ah spoke with Kukutux it was, well, nearly a year ago.” So much had happened since then. Moonspear had grown, the hellcat had attacked his daughter, and the Copse had been claimed.

“She told me ye were betrothed tae my nephew, Rhaegal. My brother’s son. An’ that ye were foundin’ a village by the sea. Wantin’ children. But…” his voice trailed as his eyes shifted back to the crowd. His nephew’s absence was evident. There wasn’t even a whiff of him.