Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

Njord managed to rouse his sons, but not without protests. Eventually the trio broke tail into the cold, crisp morning. A sparkle of frost clung to the grass and their breath puffed in wispy cloud of vapor. Instinctively they moved quickly to warm themselves. Loko frolicked ahead as they reached the path which followed their borders.

A list of topics to cover in today’s lesson ran through Njord’s mind: marking, patrolling, defending Sapphique… but he didn’t tune in to Sobo’s low mood until his son spoke up.

The man turned to his red-tailed doppelganger. “O course, Sobo,” he replied as his blue gaze searched for hints as to why the yearling carried himself so. “Ya can talk ta me ‘bout anythin,” he assured.