Dragoncrest Cliffs No Time for Caution

Erzulie arrived first followed by a tired looking Rosalyn, but Njord did not take much heed. What has happened? The golden captain asked. “Nothin’ yet,” Njord breathed, winded, “but there’s a storm brewin’ down South… a war is happenin’ and I thought it best ya knew. I almost stumbled through it me’self.”

Njord sank to his haunches the rest his tired legs. “I was walkin’ through the Plateau… on tha South side of Raven’s Watch, ya ken? An’ a met a stranger who told me ‘bout it… they were frazzled an’ lookin’ a panic. There’s a pack led by a queen… called Saint of tha Dyin’ Light. Supposedly some of their kin split off into a different clan… named Akashingo. They dinna take too lightly to this, an’ are huntin’ em down.”

“To defend themselves, Akashingo found an alliance with anothera pack called Ursus… their captn’s name is Merrick and ‘is wife died at the fangs of Queen of tha Saints.” He paused, frowning with a grim face. “Ye ken two packs would outnumber tha Saints… but tha stranger said they’re wicked beasts an’ strong warriors.”

Njord brows furrowed, “I dinna want any of Sapphique to get near ‘em… if one of tha kids wandered that way… I dinna ken what I’d do if one of ‘em were hurt.”