Dragoncrest Cliffs I'll make a man out of you

Some might see determination in the islander, but others would spot fixation or obsession. Njord had a knack for never letting anything go… maybe the only trait he shared with his blood-brother. When the pale soldier came into view his pace hastened, a wide smile stretching the patch of freshly healed skin on his face where the fur had yet to grow back. “Avast, it’s Rosencrantz!” he crowed. His trot transformed into a loping gallop as he sidled up next to the man.

“Perfect day fer a bit of trainin’, isn’t it Rose?” Njord queried with a wink of a blue eye, animated and boisterous. “Erzulie made me right as rain, never felt better!” He paused to gauged his pack-mate’s reaction.