Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

Njord followed Meerkat at her haunch around Duskfire’s perimeter. It was a treat to move along the patrol path and see the territory up close and personal. The Caldera had been grand, but the glacier was old and majestic. The cold, winter air bit at his nose as Njord admired the bowed trees of the sleepy forest and the shine of the glacial lake. The beauty of this land filled his heart… and he felt ghosts of the past following as the pair traveled together.

A haunting howl on the air… or was that the wind through the trees? Njord, not spiritual by nature, felt a deep connection to this land. It sent goosebumps across his skin. There was a shift within him.

He actively listened and appended a nod or a ‘hmm’ at Meerkat’s descriptions. Slowly, as time went on, his attentions drifted from Duskfire and settled solely upon her. New details spurred his attentions. The lilt of her voice, the curve of her ears, the brightness in her eyes… but suddenly these warm feelings were serrated by the guilt of potentially betraying his connection with Erzulie and their children.

Njord did his best to break up his gaze until they arrived at a rest stop. “This land is verra beautiful, I can see why ya love it so,” the red-tail said as he stooped to take a long drink. Meerkat sat there, perfectly poised, next to him. Njord felt a moment arrive. A window of opportunity. Water dripped from his chin as he looked at her, tongue pressed against the back of his incisors. Time suspended.

His internal monologue screamed at him. Say somethin'!

Njord hesitated too long, and the moment passed.

“A-ahem,” he cleared his throat, standing again and blinking a few times in an attempt to play off any awkwardness. “Ya must go easy on this ‘ere beachcomber, I dinna ken if I’ll make it up tha rise!” he laughed, thinking how much more rugged the wolves of Duskfire had to be than those of Sapphique. He stood at attention, ready to follow her once more.