Dragoncrest Cliffs been countin' every minute

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rhaegal is a bit taken back — not by njord's appearance per se but by the bold and dominate stance his uncle took. it makes sense in the second it takes for rhaegal's mind to play catch up and he dips his head low. his belly is already on the sand: cool against his fur.

mortification strikes him for a moment, hoping that even if circumstances weren't how they were for him currently: in pain with nostrils full of the scent of his own blood and saltwater that he wouldn't have even tried to make a move on his aunt.

i dinnae ken his name, he admits. he was blackfurred with blue eyes and a ring of white 'round his one eye. smelled of forests.