Dragoncrest Cliffs Tempest

Last from me as well!

Njord said her name and Meerkat’s stricken eyes rolled toward him, trying not to see the smattering of blood in his fur. “We’ll find him,” her mate insisted and she felt something loosen in her chest. Was that not Swordfish’s blood? She should’ve wondered whose it was but Meerkat was too busy trembling in hopeful relief to think any further than, It’s not his!

Yes, she agreed faintly when her husband said they needed to stay together.

Both Njord and Ray were now looking at the trail of prints leading away from the roja den. Letting out a small cry, Meerkat began to follow them away. She glanced backward only to make sure her mate and son were right behind her, then rushed forward out of Sapphique, unaware that she would never set eyes on its shores again.