Dragoncrest Cliffs Ghosts of the Rail

Njord arrived at a beautiful overlook, but it wasn’t long before he was joined by company. Had he been watched since arriving in the territory? “Hello!” he said to his guest, expression happy and kind. She had a sunshine colored coat that reminded him of summer fields or a brightly colored seashell, and she stood out against the dark winter colors of the world behind her. The islander was surprised that she was immediately chummy, especially for a kid. Though he had not expected an unkind welcome, he was pleased to be greeted by someone like her. He always got along better with younger wolves, anyway.

“Very cool!” he agreed. “This place it nothing like my home island. I feel like we live in a castle in the clouds.” he looked down at the sharp rocks below as the seawater crashed against them. “Do you miss the moors? That’s where I met your leader, Erzulie. My name’s Njord, by the way. What’s yours?” His cerulean eyes glanced back to the young wolf to gauge her expression.