Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

“I understand,” Njord replied broadly. The redtail knew what it was like back on the island. What is was like to be a young upstart in the world. The desire – need – to raise your sails and chart your own piece of the vast sea.

Njord considered telling a cautionary tale to Rhaegal regarding a man’s true place in the pack… but he thought against it. It wouldn’t do any good to burden Rhaegal with his own biases.

He chuckled an easy laugh. “These days I am findin’ meself tae be a domestic man. There is plenty o’ room fer ye, nephew,” he encouraged.

Njord smiled, warmed by the thought of connecting his family with a blood relative. “Come, let me show ye some huntin' ground. We’ve been trackin' a herd near tha Tangle,” he suggested. For over a year, Sapphique had shepherded the Broken Antler dee. Haunt had been the first wolf to keep watch. After her passing, Njord brought it upon himself to pick up the torch. Though Sapphiquians were tied to the coast, they did depend on land for bounty.

“Perhaps we will find @Meerkat out that way," he added.

With a toss of the head Njord signaled Rhaegal to follow.