Dragoncrest Cliffs Willow Tree March

Like an oasis in a desert, Meerkat revealed herself to him on her own time. When she welcomed him, Njord took large strides towards his woman and pressed his body against hers, neck arched protectively. If he had arms, they would have wrapped around her.

There was a new sharpness to his aura. Perhaps it was the cold snap of the approaching winter… or the fog of grief that seemed determined to follow them around. Whatever it was, Njord felt determined to aggresively fight it off.

“There is nothin’ ta be sorry for,” Njord cooed. He only had patience for Meerkat. More and more she seemed to be the only thing anchoring him to Dragoncrest. “T’was a big day.” Even though a part of him understood, there was a piece who wished she hadn’t felt the need to hide from him at all.