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Njord used the word "terrible" and it was apt enough to encompass the details he described. Meerkat's heart went out to Haunt and everyone who'd miss her. She supposed she was among them, though not nearly in the same way as the wolves who'd really known her well. He seemed to be one of them, judging by the look on his face.

"That sounds awful. I'm glad she went quickly," Meerkat said a little slowly, hoping she wasn't saying the wrong things. "Please don't apologize. I appreciate you telling me, especially since you definitely weren't expecting to deliver bad news today..." After all, he hadn't known he would find her here and would have to dredge up such a painful topic.

A beat of silence fell between them, Meerkat giving Njord a moment of remembrance, before she tentatively prompted, "You said your ancestors lived here...?"