Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

Njord nodded and hummed in agreement. He admired Meerkat’s way and her natural abilities as a coach and parent. She made balance look effortless – something her other half still studied.

She booped his snoot. It only made Njord’s eyes squint more impishly.

“She called ‘erself Lilia from Redtail Rise,” he said with a hearty roll of his r’s. “Quennell was supposed tae be guidin’ ‘er towards tha coast. Show her tha whale… I suppose they went into tha dark tunnel before they couldnae ‘elp but canoodle ta’gether.” Njord stifled a chuckle.

“I could hear ‘em movin’ about and he wasnae givin’ her wee nips,” his voice raised, incredulous. Suddenly, he dramatically wrapped a paw around Meerkat’s neck and attacked her face with sloppy kisses as if they were straight out of a Twilight movie.

He leaned back and admired his work: the hair on one side of Meerkat’s face was completely disheveled.