Dragoncrest Cliffs get a hold of yourself

There he was, feeding the stranger like a mama bird. She took the scrap of fish and managed to swallow. A good sign. Abruptly, she reached for more. Njord side-stepped away, almost getting his jaw bumped in the process – but he didn’t mind. A soft smile spread across his muzzle, pleased that she was eating.

The seafarer backed away to give her space and then walked towards the den’s opening. “I’ll leave ya ta rest,” he said, “An’ I’ll bring ya more food when I return.” His blue glaze flicked over her, to be assured she would be fine for the time being.