Sun Mote Copse Old Year's Day

Hope you don’t mind that this is my last post! Gotta catch up!

One moment Njord had set down his wares and the next Meerkat had wrapped her arms around him, showering him with affection. She was the only trophy he ever needed! In return, her island-born man leaned into his wife’s embrace, practically purring like a housecat.

“An’ Ah, you,” Njord breathed back as he kissed her cheek. He took a deep draught of air and sighed. “Tis good tae be home.” Home. His eyes drifted to admire their Copse before they returned to meet his partner’s.

Njord would cite all about the great hunter-gathering to Meerkat and tell of the many camps of wolves: Moonglow, Raventhorpe, Brecheliant, Moonsong, Moontide, Moonspear, Hearthwood, and even representatives of Sapphique were there – Njord had caught a fleeting glimpse of Mireille.

He would tell her of Seal’s work in the healer camp, the hunting part he had led, the great bison they had felled, and the pact he had made with Vairë to recognize one another as kin.

Then, when they returned to their Taigh, he would work to divide the meat he had brought home to store for the cold weeks ahead. Upon the den floor, the wooly hide was placed and Njord, weary from his traveled, curled up with Meerkat to sleep.