Moonspear rosehips

After losing one child, Njord did not stray from Meerkat’s side. To prematurely bid farewell to their son was truly sad… but now, the seafarer feared a complicated birth and worried as his wife paced when her labor began anew.

"Dinna fash, luaidh mo chèile,” Njord encouraged her. He doted on her between contractions and played the role of the supportive spouse. Njord did his best to shutter away his troubles and turn his focus upon Meerkat – not wanting to feed the grief that grew around them like a long shadow at dusk.

Then, when Meerkat began to push… there was nothing for Njord to do but hold his breath.

The mewling cries of not one, but two, babies were like music to his ears!

The man was overcome with indescribable emotion and gave his wife a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Aye,” Njord agreed. He stepped away from the den just long enough to sing a happy song that could be heard all across their mountain. Moonspear’s children were here, alive and well.

Then, he returned to the den and settled down. He laid with his belly pressed against Meerkat’s back, gazing down upon their new daughters -- taking them in. Their pink noses and toes. The dusky hues of their coats. The way they wriggled and fed. “They’re so bonnie, mo cridhe,” he said, admiring them and wondering what names could possibly befit such perfect creatures.