Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

The way she stated it struck Rosalyn in a way that tickled her. It was such a standard mateship for a pack that had seen so few of them. You have an advantage that he didn't. She said somewhat cryptically, smiling in a small way as she sought out their objective.

Meerkat would be trusted far sooner than Njord had been, even if that wasn't her goal. Even to this day, Rosalyn wasn't sure how deeply Njord's loyalty lay, whether one day he'd fail to be content and seek to claim the cliffs for his own legacy. Outside of her own children, it was likely she'd never fully trust another man again. Time had poisoned her against them completely.

When the tide comes in, it covers this section. But it's safe now. She picked her way across the stone to peer into the pool, checking if anything edible might be trapped within. A few fish, and something larger... she made space for Meerkat, inviting her to look and, if she wished, have first shot at it.