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“Ah’m happy your kin found us here,” Njord remarked when Meerkat mentioned Fennec, happy to weave family into the fabric of their new pack. With his wife’s assurance, Njord cupped a broad paw atop hers in a gesture of silent confirmation.

“Aye, Ah will,” Njord replied. “Still cannae believe Ray is back,” he chuffed in a disbelieving laugh when their son rose to the focus of their conversation. He looked away dreamily. Perhaps if Ray found his way back to them, their other children would too.

Then, Njord came back to the present. “Speakin’ of Ray, Ah couldnae help but notice Nyssa is about the same age… Do ye ken…?” A corner of Njord’s mouth curled in a smirk. Would spring bring new romance? Would they be grandparents someday?