Dragoncrest Cliffs Hang Out

Njord smelled the air for the girl, but the breeze was rife with salt and pine. Kaertok here, Grímnismál there. Eventually, he discovered the wolf he was looking for. The islander entered a copse of trees, Sapphique’s daughter firmly rooted before a narrow burrow in wait of its dweller. He watched her for a moment in silence, amused. One silver ear twisted, listening to the creature scritch-scratching at the dirt inside. Eventually, he cautiously came up besiders her.

“Oy! What’ve ya got there lass?” he whispered, falling to his stomach and shuffling up next to her (though, as a much bigger wolf, the effort was quite clumsy).