Swiftcurrent Creek Lallybroch

Njord feet grew tired, and he knew he must travel back home soon. His soft pads ached from maneuvering across the rocky and uneven terrain of the Sunspire range. He felt very much like an outsider, once again. An islander. A greenhorn. Even so, his endurance increased every day.

Eventually the mountains receded into wetlands. Here, Njord followed a river which dwindled into a creek. He stopped by the water’s edge to take a drink. The cool stream quenched his dry throat.