Dragoncrest Cliffs the sun without it's warmth

Njord was pleasantly surprised by Jorunn’s friendly welcome, perhaps so conditioned to the frequent cold shoulder of his mercurial sons. He returned an amiable smile and a pleasant rumble as they circled to better take each other’s scent.

Sea salt and sandy aromas matched the color of her fur. Njord felt, at once, as if they were already old friends – like how the sea knows the shore.

“M’happy you run with Sapphique, Jorunn” Njord told the she-wolf sincerely. “An’ I realized I failed ta ken ye better… I hope ye can forgive me,” he explained.