Dragoncrest Cliffs it’s just jam

Sabdh Meallán Dubhdarach. The lilt of their voice reminded Njord of home, for his was a mix of accents, and he immediately found a soft place in his heart for the newcomer. The shock on their face was endearing and Njord knew, at once, that this wolf was good of spirit and a welcome addition to Sapphique.

He laughed – and it felt good. For a blink he was suspended away from the grief of Haunt’s death. “Aye, well it t’was kind of ya. She was a good lass gone from this Earth too soon.”

His lips tightened with a bob of his head and he sharply inhaled. Spend too long dwelling on it and the feelings were sure to drag him back down. Instead, he focused on the act at hand. “Cultural thing, eh? Meant to bring good fortune I ‘ope? Wassit for?” He moved closer to inspect the red pigment on the rock, sniffing cautiously.