Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

Njord appreciated that Meerkat was gentle in her tone and words. His head bobbed in bitter solidarity as they fell quiet together to share a moment of silence for Haunt’s memory.

He sighed and felt some weight lift from his shoulders. “Aye,” he said, glad to be past the sad thoughts. “My aunt Maera said my grandsire Njal an’ grandam Tuwawi ‘ad a pack ‘ere an’ started the Sveijarn name.” He looked to the sky and could see the glacier’s peak beyond the treeline. “She tol’ me stories of it when I was jus’ a pup.” Njord shook his head, “but I dinna ken they left any blood behind.”

His gaze eyed the Redhawk once more. “What’re ya doin’ ‘ere anyway? ‘Av ya left tha Caldera?” he wondered aloud.