Dragoncrest Cliffs The Abyss

“Nay,” Njord admitted with a sad sigh, “but I wish I could ‘av been tha one.” That was the first point of contention with Sobo, the seafather remembered. The whole pack searched and searched. Njord did too… but along the way, his friendship with Meerkat had grown into something more. They began courting and Meerkat moved to their shores, all while Mireille stayed lost.

“If I recall, Island folk found ‘er. She lived with a pack of druids for a long while.” Etienne wondered if Mireille had been scared. “Aye, I ken she was…” Mireille was a young child and the event had been harrowing. “But she’s always been a canny lassie. If I recall, she befriended tha druids,” he added with a chuckle.

“Ye should ask her about it someday,” he encouraged Etienne.

“Ah- we’re close,” Njord picked up his pace, the ravine’s edge just a short distance away. The man slowed and peered over the steep banks to the wide frozen river down below. “Careful, not too close” he cautioned Etienne, keeping a close eye on the boy.