Dragoncrest Cliffs pay no mind to the rabble

The cold air bit at Njord’s nose. Waves of small rainstorms had dropped the remaining leaves from their trees and left them bare. Soon enough, however, it would be snow falling from the sky. It had been a year since joining Sapphique, and Njord knew his family would be safe nestled among the cliffside. Yet, winter often had terrible dangers… and he prayed a bear did not wander into their territory again this season.

He dropped off a small mouse for @Heiðr at the healer’s den. Her condition was improving by the day, though she was still in terrible shape. Suddenly, he heard a call at their borders – a pang in their voice.

Njord picked up his pace to meet them where they laid waiting. At first, the dark coat made him think of Angler… but this wolf was leaner, features more delicate. Her rose colored eyes reminded him of the charmed stone Kukutux had bestowed. He didn’t recognize them as the wolf who had discovered Haunt – they had disappeared into the forest too quickly.

“You ‘av found Sapphique an’ I am Njord,” he said with a swish of his red tail. “What do ya seek?” They had recently entertained Rosalyn and Erzulie’s families at the borders. Was this another relative? Or perhaps an emissary from another pack? Njord kept his guard up... thoughts of war in the South sat at the back of his mind.