Dragoncrest Cliffs Hang Out

In the moment, Njord scarcely noticed Chacal’s unusual language or lack there of. All he could see was her couched like a tiny black jaguar, eyes as big as moons.

The longer he tilled, the more agitated the rodent became. It squeaked and chirped in protest, but its cries only roused the pirate further until there was no more tunnel left to dig. Suddenly, the burrow collapsed and the groundhog was forced from its capsized chambers. It scurried out what had been its front doors, panicked to be cornered between two predators.

“Ho!” Njord cried as his head popped up, covered in dirt, “scuttle ‘em lass!” The chubby hog scurried away from Njord, the larger wolf, and hoped to evade Chacal.