Dragoncrest Cliffs Lo-Fi Listening

Like many wolves, Njord was a light sleeper and so when Grímnismál walked by he awoke with heavy lids and a groggy expression. The islander blinked a few times… not quite sure if he was seeing straight because the wolf before him hardly looked like a wolf at all. Her pelt was marbled with black, silver and white, she was missing her tail, and her eyes glowed a bright crimson. She looked more a shark than a canine!

The grey-capped man stood up abruptly and stretched downward dog. “Hey, hi there,” he said, but she scarcely stopped on her way. Njord kicked up dirt and hurried after her. “Where are you going?” he asked nosily, a wolf’s length behind the yearling.