Hoshor Plains who do I trust?

Njord saw a great deal of pride flow from Kaluktuk as he spoke about his new romance. The redtail had known Sakhmet. He, and his son Loko, had once worked with husband and wife to till the land known as Natigvik. But, that had been a lifetime ago. Many sorrowful steps had been walked by both men and so Njord was happy to see the vibrance of a full, reinvigorated life beam Kaluktuk now.

“Uncle!” Njord let Kaluktuk shake his scruff. Njord, too, pushed back with a faux swing of his shoulder. It felt good to be physical – it was the quickest way to reconnect with his oldest friend.

In time, he settled down. “Of course, mo bràthair,” he agreed. “Children! Ah’m happy for you. Have ye married yet? Who is she?” Njord raised an eyebrow. "You speak of bedding her but you do not tell me your wife’s name!“ he roared with laughter.

Then, Kaluktuk boasted of his son. Oh, how Njord wished Ray was still around! “Ah’m sure your son is a fine hunter,” Njord agreed. “Ah’m lucky tae have him a part of my party.” A nod of the head. Njord would remember to watch over the young man.

He asked of Meerkat. “Och, my lassie still loves me! Thank goodness” Njord jeered in feigned relief. “Meerkat will expectin’ wee bairns in tha spring, too, with some luck. That'd make ye an Uncle, too," he pointed out. "We lived at Moonspear for a time, but have since settled in Sun Mote Copse. In the Hinterlands.” Njord explained.

So much time had passed. Njord felt as if he had a million stories to tell his friend!