Ankyra Sound holy water

The next verse of Chacal’s song made Meerkat blink. Her lips parted. She worried that her inference had been misunderstood. Before she could press the matter, the Tanzanite posed a question that momentarily sidetracked the Laramite’s attention.

Some didn’t welcome him back as warmly as you, she said, her voice growing quieter, and I understand that. It wasn’t the first time he’d disappeared. She let out a breath. But even one family member’s disapproval is hard for me to deal with, Meerkat confessed, even if it’s valid. Even if it’s not directed at me. Njord is my heart and soul—we are one—so it affects me. And our present and future children.

Her gaze had returned to the churning waters, though now her eyes swung back to Chacal’s face, hoping for understanding. That reminded her of the possibly misconstrued sentiment moments prior, which she sought now to put to rights.

When I said we’ve outgrown the cliffs, I meant… well, sometimes I wonder whether it would be best for everyone if we left. But of course I wouldn’t want to turn my back on Sapphique, Meerkat said quickly before continuing awkwardly, It feels idealistic and presumptuous to say it out loud but sometimes… I think about settling somewhere close by, like sort of a… sister pack.