Dragoncrest Cliffs Then let the storm roll in

Sounds like a pretty good life, Rosalyn observed. Njord thought on that for a moment and all the resentments he held towards a life on Meares Island. A small pang of guilt struck him. Was it homesickness? Regret for rushing away so hastily? He felt like a man – no longer the child who had swam away from his family.

Njord meandered back to the present as his captain ruminated on teaching the wolves of Sapphique how to reap the ocean’s bounty. The red-tail nodded in agreement. She also spoke of pirates. Her life sounded adventurous. “S’that ‘ow ya got those scars?” he asked, “from tha pirates?”