Dragoncrest Cliffs On pathway to the stars

Please, asked Eadwulf. Njord met the other man’s gaze and exchanged a troubled, sad look. “Aye…” he agreed as their queen slipped away. The Ruby gave a small nod as he held his breath and grasped the lifeless body of his friend. Merlin’s fur was damp and salt-soaked, skin cold as ocean water. His eyes focused on the path which led away from the beach, too afraid to look down and lose control of all emotion.

He would wait for the other pallbearer to fix his grip, and together they would heave him up to the vista where Rosencrantz, Kaertok, and Raleska eternally slumbered. Njord realized that Eadwulf had not been a crewmember of Sapphique when Shardik, the bear, had assaulted their pack. He wondered if the young man had ever happened upon the cliff-side gravesite.