Firefly Ravine Americana

Merlin chimed with positive review to give Njord’s crib a 5/5 star rating on wolfdates.com. What a wingman!! How could the northern woman resist sunset views and cliff-side dining? Valmúa‘s expression softened at the mention of gifts. Njord would remember to bring the lady a special something.

Her gunmetal eyes ensnared his ocean blue gaze and Njord felt completely set aflame. Every hair stood on end. Time moved in slow motion. She leaned in close. Would they kiss? Suddenly her teeth raked the fur in his neck and pinched down the the skin. Njord flinched and stepped back, but the pain didn’t deter him. His expression and the curl of his red tail said it all: what a woman!

His trance was barely broken by the next breadcrumb of information Valmúa provided: she lived ‘where the raven’s circle.’ Wait, wasn’t that where Kigipigak lived? The pale man had said he lived ‘where the raven’s gather.’ Same same? Though Njord was tempted to ask, it felt taboo to mention another man when you were trying to pick up a lady.

Njord remembered he had asked Rusalka’s leader, Rosalyn, but she didn’t know where that territory was, either. Valmúa gestured over her shoulder towards Sunspire mountains. Riddle solved? With an arch of his brow Njord looked towards their jagged peaks, “The Watch, huh? Where the ravens circle. So it’s a date, then. I’ll pick you up at your place,” he said, watching her sweeping tail lash like a lioness'.