Sun Mote Copse dreams see us through to forever, where clouds roll by for you and i

It wasn’t like Njord to fret, but fret he did.

Would the Copse, and their daughters, be alright in their absence?

Would Meerkat and Skipjack be safe on their journey?

Njord hunted the southerly forest as these thoughts ran through his head. It had been a long time since they underwent a big change… and it made the man realize he had become comfortable in life.

When Meerkat found him, Njord would appear a bit worn down. The Laird had just returned from a long hunt. His fur was messed and a smear of deer’s blood was rubbed into the fur along his jowels, where white hairs had already begun to grow as he watched the days of his sixth summer pass by.

Mo chride.

Meerkat’s sincere voice had a magical ability to calm his spirit.

“Mo leannan,” he crooned as he they met.

“Ah’ve cached a fresh carcass for the girls. Do ye think it’ll be enough?” he worried.