Dragoncrest Cliffs I was snared by a sickness, some fever in my lungs

Njord listened closely to Rosalyn for any signs of distrust towards the raven wolves, but she didn’t seemed too concerned. The territory’s name was vague, at best, and the captain didn’t seem to know any close land that fit its description. The islander’s knit brows relaxed, “Hah, no. No t’sure what you mean, but he didn’t take ‘bout names to me. Only said he was from a seaside pack far North from here. Unna-something.”

The wolves of the Watch seemed to be no threat, and so he shifted back to their original conversation. “So what do our neighbors call themselves? Who leads ‘em?” he asked, wanting to know how to identify Rusalka’s “enemies.”