Wheeling Gull Isle The Key to My Castle

As Njord continued on with his scouting mission, he idly thought about the island off the coast and the blue-eyed youngster, and her fire-eyed babysitter, he had met. When it was time to circle home to Dragoncrest, he thought about stopping by once again to get a better feel for this island pack. Coming from an island, himself, Njord was intrigued by their community and way of life.

Luck was on his side that morning. The tides were timed just right so that the land bridge was passable. The tides were still receding, and so Njord figured he had a few hours before he had to hightail it back home. He crossed the wet stone with precision and arrived on the fringes of their wooded isle. Kicking his skull back, he let loose a short and simple howl to notify his arrival and hoped he would be received by good company.