Dragoncrest Cliffs Then let the storm roll in

Njord patrolled the borders with @Merlin as snow continued to fall and recounted the tragedies of Kaertok’s, Raleska’s, and Rosencrantz’s death. The red-tail had gone out to look for Regin without any luck, forced to retreat by another series of bad storms. When would it ever end? Together, Merlin and Njord broke snow… it was important to protect the remaining members of Sapphique. They could not afford another invasion.

The pair travelled together until Merlin was indisposed by a crippling migraine. Njord worried for him… the headaches seemed to be getting worse… or maybe, he was around him more and so he could witness the effects. Would Merlin be alright? With a concerned look they arrived back at Merlin’s den, where Njord split off.

The wind continued to buffet him, but by now Njord’s winter coat had come in full-force. He had never seen his fur so thick! It was amazing how the body adapted. Still, a wolf out too long in this weather was liable to lose an ear, tail, or toe to frostbite. For now, he would be fine… and the concern of responsibility fueled the fire to provide for his people. Every adult member had to carry their weight.

Eventually the weather lapsed. He crossed paths with Rosalyn serendipitously, picking her tattered nutmeg-colored coat out against the fresh white. Njord approached her tentatively… he felt Rosalyn was hit hardest by their recent loss. He had watched her cry, inconsolable, at the wake of Kaertok, Raleska, and Rosencrantz. Like Njord, she seemed to be throwing herself into work as a distraction… or maybe she felt the same burden, same anxiety, to protect what they had left.

He approached the queen, but didn’t say anything (he didn't know the right thing to say). His keen blue gaze followed her’s to search for signs of prey. He was ready to hunt besides her, so they may take down greater game to feed their people, her children.