Blacktail Deer Plateau Dream State

The woman looked around nervously and Njord was infected by her paranoia. Suddenly the danger felt very real and he knew he needed to leave the Plateau and return to Sapphique at once. The woman offered a deal, which Njord reluctantly accepted with a nod, not wanting to divulge too much information about his beloved family to a wolf associated with war.

However, he listened closely. Ursus’s alpha female dead by the hands of a pack called Saint of the Dying Light. Akashingo. Animosity. Revenge. Njord tucked away this information carefully in his mind. He had the lucky privilege of being completely ignorant in his safe haven on the coast. The seafarer hadn’t even heard of these pack’s names before.

A silence lulled between them. The woman stepped closer as her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. “My home is verra nice and the people are kind,” he affirmed. “We want nothin’ ta do with war or violence,” he told her with a look as if to say ‘so you better not tell your pack about us.’ Njord continued on, following through with his end of the bargain. “Our healer is our leader, an’ she is tha bes’ around.” Our son is training in her footsteps, he wanted to say – but withheld that information. This wolf didn’t need to know about his vulnerable children. “Why ‘av ya joined a pack goin’ ta war?” he asked, perplexed. Slate would have been happy in Sapphique, but now her motives seemed deranged to him.