Dragoncrest Cliffs in hell i'll be in good company

The sky turned black as a snap of cold hit Dragoncrest. It was not long before the howling wind flung blankets of snow and ice across Sapphique. The trees moaned as they bent beneath the storm’s power, and snaps of breaking boughs pierced the wailing gale.

Njord’s fur was torn this way and that as he fought against the frozen deluge, sleet stinging his face as he made his way towards the heart of the territory to reunite with the rest of the pack. He could barely hear Erzulie’s howl, but it was enough to lead him towards the tunnel just as a flash of lightening cracked overhead.

Before he could reach their bunker, Njord spied Chacal’s dark figure. Her voice was carried away by the wind, but the man could make out a few syllables and realized she was calling for the rest of the children. Panic thrummed in his chest. Were they not with Erzulie? “Chacal!” Njord boomed, bumping against the young woman. His look, painted with knowing concern, said it all. He began to call in unison, voices toned to hers like an acapella. “Coraline!! Mireille! Loko!!“