Dragoncrest Cliffs Alaska

Njord bellowed a hearty laugh as Merlin recounted his harrowing encounter with the fickle woman. "Sounds like my sister," he commented. "Full bore A-Type personality. A sweet girl, but blimey... you need to do things exactly as she says or else she'd rip an ear clean off 'yer head." Njord had a soft spot for Angoboda, but sometimes he couldn't stand her controlling and manipulative side. 

Women aside, Merlin seemed interested in learning about Dragoncrest. "Aye, I moved here a few weeks ago!" Njord's chin lifted with pride, happy he had found a new home like this. "This land is named Dragoncrest Cliffs, but the pack is known as Sapphique. Maybe you've heard of their old name, though... we used to be called Rusalka. From what I've gathered, there was a turnover in leadership last season. Needed a fresh start, yanno? The crew here are good people. The family kind." Njord moved aside to give Merlin a better look at their land, although they couldn't see the cliffs from here. Rolling hills were dotted with copses of pines, thickly forested near the heart of the territory. "Erzulie and Rosalyn are the captains. Wives. Can you believe that?!" Njord exclaimed, still in love with their novel leadership system. "I've met a few others. Still getting 'ta know everyone. I joined 'em for the winter after I left my home on Meares island." Njord paused to give Merlin a chance to ask more questions.