Dragoncrest Cliffs Tempest

Njord could barely feel his body as he ran. The father’s pupils were pinpricks in a sea of blue. Sensory overload hot-wired his brain to autopilot, muscles burning with the effort of running through the snow.

@Meerkat! @Stingray! @Swordfish! He howled. Barked. Bayed. Whatever you called the ugly sound that gurgled from his throat.

He would carry them, drag the if he had to, and find shelter far from here.