Dragoncrest Cliffs Blackpine

Njord was no stranger to Dragoncrest’s private beach. It was a safe place he frequently visited for rest, respite, and fun. Some days it was a playground for the children. Other days he basked on the beach with Erzulie and watched the waves break. On a rare occasion he might sit with Rosalyn in silence and meditation. Today he was alone.

A storm had passed and new debris had washed up along. Njord combed the beach for odds and ends. Maybe some yellow kelp to add to Erzulie’s medicine stores… or a rare conch to give the pups. This time, the surf had deposited strange treasures. Waterlogged charcoal and large timbers (Sadbh would like the charcoal, he thought). Njord climbed the pile, smiling to himself. How much fun Loko, Sobo, Mireille, and Coraline would have fun playing on this new jungle gym! Suddenly, there was an iota of movement. A small breath.

Njord startled. Their brown pelt had been camouflaged by the mess well. “A wolf!” he blurted aloud. He carefully smelled them. A shiver went up his spine. Something was wrong about them. “Hey… are ya alive?” he asked, wanting to pull them from the tangle, but not wanting to be bitten up in the process.