Sun Mote Copse waves pulling me

Meerkat refuted Njord’s apology and the man became contemplative. Deep lines formed on his brows as his clear, cerulean eyes looked inward for nonexistent answers. Njord felt Kigipigak chose to walk the same, sad path despite the Sveijarn-Cortens offering respite. Was something irreparably broken in the man? In his morals? Why else would his family be subject to such pain?

If he or Asivaq ever returned could Njord forgive them? Could Meerkat?

He leaned into his wife, desiring the comfort of her touch.

“Aye,” he agreed with Meerkat’s anger. “Should we do something? Intervene?” he asked, though Njord's dour expression alluded to the notion that it might bring about more complications. "Track 'em, see where they're going. Or we could tell Asivaq's family in Moonglow," he suggested.