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Njord hunted for his family. The Copse was fertile and green, but the good weather tempted the man to range farther than their territory. He enjoyed the late Spring breeze, and sunshine on his back as he tracked game… and made a mental note to bring Skipjack and Otter beyond their range, someday, so they could experience the diverse wonder that the Hinterlands contained.

Parched, he set off for the Western Lake. As a prominent water source for the area, Njord had no doubt does and their fawns would be drawn there.

He approached the shore and was about to take a drink when he realized there was another wolf about fifty yards down the bank looking at the water. Was he fishing? Was this a Strath wolf?

Njord exercised some caution, in case this stranger wasn’t alone. He maintained distance, but chuffed and gave a wave of his flag-red tail.