Dragoncrest Cliffs No Time for Caution

Njord could see the visible disdain on Rosalyn’s face and her curt reply matched the emotions she wore on her sleeve. Njord gave a stiff nod of acknowledgement, relieved (but also not surprised) that his leader felt the same as he did – in fewer words, of course.

Erzulie brushed his shoulder in encouragement and solidarity. As long as the three of them lived in Sapphique, they would take no part in the Southern skirmishes. He felt heard and this fact relieved him. They would keep a close eye on their borders through the season.

“Aye,” he agreed,  blowing out a big-winded sigh to decompress.

Njord had said his piece and, though his paws ached, turned away to start a patrol with much on his mind.

Exit Njord