Dragoncrest Cliffs Saturn Nights

He watched, transfixed, as light bloomed and then faded like a small sunset. The sky felt even darker than it had before, by contrast, as the bright stars twinkled in reverence of the great falling meteor. Suddenly, he felt the presence of another wolf, and looked over his shoulder to spy Erzulie in repose.

“Ya see that?” he asked, voice filled with wonder. Njord paused to watch if another star would fall. “Never ‘av I ever– Good grief, Erzulie!” Njord’s train of thought was interrupted by the wet sheen of her golden hair gleaming in the starlight. “You’ll catch cold walkn’ ‘round like that!” He chuckled nervously and inspected her for signs of shivering. She wouldn’t be the first wolf to have succumb to the ocean’s frosty spell. “M’thinks yer a mermaid. A siren of tha sea. Definitely, at least, part fish,” he said, concern shrouded by a lighthearted joke.