Dragoncrest Cliffs Filled with Catastrophe

It had started with the pup. Or maybe the skull. Or perhaps his crime had been to leave the Witchwood in the first place. Whatever the case, the brash and confident Sam that had entered the wilds with big ideas about the stories that would be written about his exploits was long gone.

This Sam was afraid.

His conscience had pushed him east in search of @Lilimar. @Kirain and @Visala had not been keen to let him go, not trusting that he would not transform into a gay pirate en route, but Sam had insisted.

He had to make things right. The Huldra had sensed his crimes, and she had shown her displeasure.

It was not Lilimar that he found on the beaches, but a pup painted similar reds and browns. Sam crept behind a boulder and watched it fling itself into the ocean time and time again, burying anything it caught in the sand. It looked thin. And alone. Was he about to become a father of two?

Sam poked his head out from behind the boulder. "Pup!" he called from a dozen meters away, trying to arrange his face in a way that said Not A Threat. "Where's mama?"