Dragoncrest Cliffs Sunblind

Rosalyn, now firmly into her twilight years, cut a path through the autumn brush. Njord’s expression brightened at first, but then quickly cooled. Her indifferent gaze caused one of Njord’s ears to turn, telegraphing his uncertainty. It was ironic that the first wolf he ran into would be the hardest stone to budge, out of any Sapphiquian. No words of welcome, or even disdain, fell from the scarred captain’s lips. Perhaps it was the lack of any reaction that hurt Njord most of all and made him feel unwelcome in a place that was supposed to be his home.

The seafarer’s lips began to part, as if to test some small talk. Yet, he decided against it. Rosalyn was never much for words.

Instead he asked, “care ta hunt together?”