Dragoncrest Cliffs Procellous

He shot forward, muzzle knifing through water and closing on nothing. He emerged in an arc, snapping water from his jaws lashing his tongue over his lips, just in time for Njord to say his name. His hackles rippled.

Shaking the remaining water from his jowls, Sobo turned to level a sharp look upon his father. The man's new scars shocked him, but did little to garner his sympathy. They put him in mind of Rosalyn, though where his mother's marks were proof of her perseverance, Njord's were a reminder that no one could depend on him.

Sobo set his jaw. He wasn't particularly keen to hear his wayward father's words now, after so long, but he waited anyway and said nothing.