Sun Mote Copse it’s not too far now, one day we’re gonna dance on the sun

The scene looked like a picture drawn in a fantasy book: warm, sunny rays, the smell of spring on the horizon, and kin gathered around the next generation… Njord could almost hear thematic music orchestrating the placid scene.

Seal’s remark inspired her mother. “Aye, Otter is a bonnie name,” Njord agreed. Truly, it was apropos! The small brown pup looked just like its new namesake, plus it continued the naming tradition of the Redhawks.

Njord felt his heartstrings pull when Meerkat spoke next. Fish… the similarities between their two boys were striking.

A wee tiny tuna fish. Suddenly, a little lightbulb went off in Njord’s mind. “What about… Skipjack?” he suggested. “Tis the name of a small tuna. I often saw them offshore from Meares Island…” he reminisced. “They have a particular habit of swimmin’ ta’gether near the water’s surface under the moonlight.”