Dragoncrest Cliffs over the sea to skye

For a solid minute, they just stared at one other. But then someone shouted and Meerkat looked over to see a young wolf approaching. And when she glanced back, the weasels had vanished.

Pivoting to face the shouter, she found herself being confronted by a gangly youth painted in an earthy palette. She remembered seeing him at the meeting, standing beside an androgynous youngster the color of a stormcloud. They were younger than Njord’s offspring, though she knew next to nothing about them otherwise.

Meerkat! she announced, humoring the young guardian and raising her forepaws. Meerkat Redhawk, resident Granite. She badly wanted to ask him his own name, though she held off for the moment, waiting to see if he would interrogate her.