Duskfire Glacier This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

omg I can't resist

Danica was, as usual, patrolling. Her conversation with Malachi, in her mind, had gone very well. And by that, he may think her a selfish ass, but at least she held no more responsibility than usual. To her mind that was more than a fair trade off.

All those thoughts flew out the window when she saw who was standing on Duskfire lands once more. She'd know that silhouette anywhere. "Njal!" I was called with somewhat uncharacteristic enthusiasm. She was extremely glad to see him ok, though, having struck a somewhat amicable relationship with him before his departure. "You are back !"

Instinctively she looked around for the reason for his departure, a second small pack member. But he was alone save for a trophy, a skull that was distinctively feline in nature. It was then that she noticed his stance, nothing like his once proud posture. Though she felt sorrow for him and his obviously failed mission, her eyes glowed with a vengeful triumph when she looked upon his grisly treasure. "You got one of the bastards. Where?"