Dragoncrest Cliffs Then let the storm roll in

I’m gonna cap this one off and archive since it’s so old. Sorry for my delay!

Njord listened closely, eyes drifting to better regard at the many marks hidden among his superior’s pelage. Her story was stoic, but he knew she must have endured great pain. The past inhabitants of Dragoncrest must have been barbaric to inflict such torture on a still-living wolf. Njord frowned in disapproval.

“Aye,” he agreed, pleased that Rosalyn had achieved her recompense. At the end of the day, it was Sapphique who stood mightily on the cliffs.

He would continue his conversation – drifting to more lighthearted topics – until the pair arrived at the shore and stalked the sun basking seals. They would manage a successful kill, and feed the pack for another day.