Ankyra Sound thunderbird

A terrible lightening storm of sleet has torn through Dragoncrest like a hurricane. Trees bent, heavy with ice, and litter of debris strewn across their territory like flotsam on the beach.  In the havoc, one of Sapphique’s own had gone missing, and so the rest of the pack had scattered to find her. @Erzulie took to the Taiga while Njord ventured out into the southern marsh.

He searched and searched, but the storm had wiped any scents clean from the land and, with each passing minute, he grew more frantic. The islander recalled the day he had comforted Erzulie on the beach, how she had said it was difficult when the sea calls them away.  He vividly remembered the sad and distant look in her eye… and now knew the misery of a parent who had lost their child. Mireille was neither his by blood nor by name, but he saw her as his daughter all the same.

It was late. His search fruitless, Njord began to turn back. He had just passed across the borders when a quiet and weak howl called from the Tangle. With the girl on his mind, he did not immediately recognize it to be Meerkat. Despite his fatigue, Njord sprang into a run. “Mireille?!” he called back, doing his best to cut a straight line in the thick undergrowth. "Mireille!" He moved so quickly, that when he turned a corner the redtail almost ran straight into Meerkat. He skidded to a halt, almost atop her, out of breath.