Dragoncrest Cliffs ae dilla marjaaniyaan

The pair took off towards the water. Though he declared it a race, Njord ran besides Meerkat with long, loping strides and hit the surf together. Saltwater splashed against his chest like the bow of a ship. “A Dhia!” he barked from the shock of cold as he bucked in the water. Njord gulped a great lungful of air and submerged himself below the surface.

He held himself under for a moment or two before pushing off against the sandy bottom and breaching like a whale. “Brrr!” Njord laughed as he shook the water from his head and then retreated from the sea. He wouldn’t expect Meerkat to do the same – maybe he had wanted to impress her.

Saltwater dripped from his tossed pelt and his paws sank into the dark, wet sand. “Whatdya think, Meerkat?” he asked her, blue gaze scanning the South end of the coast. He sighed, contended, “’tis a bonnie place.”