Redtail Rise The Imaginary

Njord ranged outside of Dragoncrest to hunt in the cold early dawn. A twinkling frost over the ground sparkled as the sun came up and by early morning Njord had made it to the small rise, called Redtail, south of Nova peak. His nose tipped to the air, smelling for game, but a sparkle of white in the distance caught his attention.

Had he never noticed it before? The shards of ice poking out beyond the Morraine to the East. Was that… a glacier? Njord had never traveled far enough inland to spy it. Had he been this close the whole time? To find the glacier of his ancestors was the whole reason he had swam to Teekon in the first place.

So stunned was he, Njord didn’t even realize a deer bounding through the forst behind him, white tail flashing in the light.