Silvertip Mountain Ventura Highway

Njord wandered through the naked aspens and conifers, watching a raven tumble in the sky. He was so lost in thought, that he didn’t know a stealthy someone was creeping up on his behind. Unaccustomed to being jumped outside of his home territory, the sudden yank of his tail caused him to bark in alarm.

AWOO! It was part growl, part bark, part yelp. He spun around, lashing his precious red tail away from his assailant. A flashback to Kigipigak aggressively bulldozing him flashed in his mind. Njord turned, ready to bare teeth and fight. But what he found was a teenager. The cherubic face of a kid who hadn’t seen their first year. It reminded him warmly of Valravn or Chacal.

“Oi! Lass! Whaddya think yer doin’, pullin’ on a strangers tail like that?” he chided with a tsk on the tongue. “I was about ta take yer face clean off!” He eyed her with a quizzical look.