Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

Okay…. hopefully no one else in Sapphique is gonna die ;__;

Njord steeled himself against the male as inner-conflict constricted his heart. On one hand, scorn burned in his chest. A raw anger begged the Sapphiquian to re-challenge for @Valmúaa‘s hand. Nature deemed Kigipigak a rival in all manners: he was an enemy to be bested, to be struck down when the time was right. And now, Kigipigak stood across from him with a smug look and a lashing tongue, negging Njord and knowing that the fire-tail could not usurp him in that moment.

He had half a mind to spit in Kigipigak’s face and turn around… but matters of the heart were dwarfed by the recent violence in Dragoncrest. Sapphique had lost not one, but two members of it’s innermost circle - the Rosada - to the Ursus: The sly Raleska and the mighty Kaertok. Most in their ranks were not yet yearlings, which left only the wives, Rosencrantz, Merlin and Njord to provide.  But with a wicked storm brewing and the pack splintered by grief, how could Njord be so selfish as to turn away from this opportunity? Kigipigak was a deft creature, no doubt an able hunter. Together they could bring down something bigger than if they were alone.

Njord thought to himself WWRD (What would @Rosencrantz do?). The two-face mentor was objective beyond belief and always put logic ahead of emotions. Swallowing his pride and ego, Njord took a few paces forward in the snow, drawing closer to Kigipigak, and said “’aight. I’ll hunt with ya.”