Dragoncrest Cliffs Sunblind

The seafarer was no stranger to the systematic decline of an aging wolf. Though Rosalyn appeared sharp as ever, he could spy the stiffness in her sinew and the slowing of her gait. He nodded affirmatively without retort and peeled away to set up their two-party hunting formation.

Njord, a man in his prime, moved through the blades like an underwater crocodile. His steps were well-chosen and silent, muscles primed to chase any movement.

When he was in position downwind he lay in wait.