Dragoncrest Cliffs untitled folder DWIGHT DWIGHT DWIGHT DWIGHT DWIG

tldr; Njord does a drive by

Shardik. Swordfish. Quennell. Arric. Sialuk. Caracal. The drowned woman. This!

There was too much change in too short a span! To many intruders! Too much danger!

Njord’s instincts to protect his wife, family, and the pack backfired like a track engine. He heard the pathetic cry. He heard Erzulie's call. The stench of gore and fear.

Constant vigilance made his mind taught like a bow’s, arrow loaded and ready to be loosed. He was Sapphique’s only father and felt the weight of a heavy burden on his shoulders.

The seaman was prepared to drag her body, kicking and screaming, from their land.

Lucky for Lillitu... Erzulie, Chacal, and Etienne arrived first.

Njord ran with gusto, posture clearly agitated. His neck bowed like a stallion’s, crimson tail lashing behind him. Snarled lips flashed ivory incisors, fury directed pointedly at their patient.

The women worked to get the situation under control.

it might be de same who attacked de boys, he heard Erzulie say.

With a frustrated growl, Njord’s eyes swam around and paced in a small circle, looking for others who might join him, before kicking into a gallop towards the woods where Lilitu had come – ready to meet whatever trouble had followed her.