Dragoncrest Cliffs Alaska

Despite being over two years old, Njord was still hopelessly unpracticed when it came to understanding the female kind. Blame it on his isolated island life and pious clan. “Seems that way, yeah?” he ruminated with a grin, half joking half serious. “Though I hope tisn’t so. I don’t know how you grew up, but my family was as severe as they came. That means the women were, too.” Njord huffed a sigh. “Erzulie ‘an Rosalyn have good heads on their shoulders. There’s ‘nother girl here named Grimm and she’s nice too… so I’m hopeful there’s some good eggs out there. We can’t be bachelors forever, right?” Though Njord wanted a free and adventurous life, he still craved love and intimacy in the depths of his little heart.

Merlin indicated he had never heard of Rusalka. Though Njord was new to the pack, he had begun to understand that they had quite the history in Teekon. He could have never imagined, however, that it had been the indomitable Caiaphas who once ruled this pack… the same women that Aunt Maera had told him horror stories about when he was just a lad. “You know…” Njord began, trying to figure out the best way to explain, “how usually there’s an alpha male and alpha female? Well, Erzulie and Rosalyn are mates and they rule together. Two alpha females! And they have children together,” he added, almost as a whisper. “I never heard of such a thing before coming here. This pack works so much differently than what I know. But that’s what I like about it.”