Dragoncrest Cliffs Blue Wind

Next morning after his fight with Kigipigak for @Merlin

Somehow Njord had made it back to his den. He had found some peace in thanks to the healing prowess of Sapphique’s medics, but still he ached until sleep finally stole him away. He slept a long time – until a beam of rare winter sun pieced the entrance of his hideaway.

Have you ever fallen asleep during the day and woken up at night? That terrible groggy, crusty, disoriented feeling? Well, that’s how Njord felt tenfold. His head rung more than Quasimodo’s with a side of lockjaw to boot. He crawled – nay – dragged his sorry carcass out into daylight, fur sticking out every which way. Thirst strained Njord’s throat but, too weak to stand, he bit half-heartedly at some snow and sucked on some ice instead.