Dragoncrest Cliffs Blackpine

Njord managed to haul the wolf from out of the pile and onto the sand, but not before she let out the wailing sound of a dying animal. Njord was so shocked he accidentally tripped over himself and stumbled backwards. It surprised Mireille too, and he heard her voice (but quite didn’t catch what she said) as she dashed away to find help.

Njord lingered close by, but far enough to avoid the stranger’s fangs, and felt helpless. Soon, Erzulie arrived. Her prognosis didn’t sound encouraging. “Can ya ‘elp her, Erzulie?” Njord asked, turning his hopeful blue gaze upon his leader. “I canna let Sapphique see more death.”