Ankyra Sound vi It's in your blood.

The sound of crashing waves was ever present as Njord followed Rusalka's golden matriarch up the coast. He moved with a new pep in his step thanks to a full belly. Meager food from beachcombing could only sustain the man so long, and he was excited to hunt with a mainlander. Erzulie proved swift as they took a kill (his first in Teekon!) and Njord knew, for certain, that winter would be much easier with company.

After recharging their batteries, the leader and her greenhorn headed North towards Dragoncrest Cliffs: Rusalka's new home. The pair didn't talk much on the way, and Njord was fine with that -- he was much too busy taking in the scenery. The coast changed dramatically from the warm and sandy beaches of the south, where he had first swam ashore. Finally, after a few days of hard travel the cliffs came into view. They were close, Erzulie said, and so the pair stopped to rest.

He sole the moment to break away from his companion and explore. Though his paws were sore and travel worn, Njord was far too excited to sit still for very long. He followed a winding path down to the sound, watching the water seep into its wide mouth. A flash of a white caught his eye, disappearing into a sunken cave. Was that the tail of a wolf? Did a pack live in there?

More curious than defensive, the fresh initiate loped across the sand, wanting to know who, or what, these caverns concealed.