Dragoncrest Cliffs Underwater

Like the rolling surf of a breaking wave, Njord spilled onto Teekon’s shore. From the sands he hastily trekked up the rocky mountain face towards Dragoncrest before all the ocean water had dripped away from his stone-gray pelt.

His body was lean and angular. Corded muscle showed where all fat had been recycled. A patchwork of healing wounds marred the right side of his face, fur dappeled and spotty where the flesh had been bitten. A desperate hunger hollowed out his deep blue gaze as he passed familar landmarks, noting the change of season on the boughs of the trees... He had been waylaid for far too long.

Autumnal cold nipped at his nose as he scented the air for his family. The seafarer called, howling to them, and watched the treeline impatiently for any sign or shape.