Moonspear slippery slopes

A cry of alarm rang across Moonspear from one of their most trusted and decorated guardians. Njord dropped was he was doing and sprinted through the territory to heed the man’s urgent call. There was almost no time to even ponder what was wrong – an intruder? A problem with Sialuk or Elentari? Whatever the case, Njord was prepared to face it.

He arrived at the location but saw no wolf. It was only the sounds of a few rocks tumbling that clued Njord into what was happening. He peered over a slope and saw Argent descending through precarious terrain. On an outcrop lay one of their newest members, sprawled out and unconscious. Was she dead?

It was a bad situation. Njord watched Argent carefully maneuver through the rubble, worried that he, too, might succumb to the treacherous mountainside. “Be careful, Argent,” Njord urged, fearing for the other man’s life. “Ah’ll be back with help.”

If she wasn’t dead, then time was of the essence. It would take a team to extract Chenoa. Quickly, he turned to go find @Meerkat, @Tullik, and @Ukulele.