Dragoncrest Cliffs Featherweight

“You are sweet ta say so,” Njord accepted with a gentle smile. Etienne’s innocent observations softened the redtail’s heart.

With a sweep of his muzzle the man looked towards the forest. “Alright then, lad… follow me,” he said. Njord would lead him towards the edge of the territory by the Tangle to show him the regular paths of the Broken Antler herd and show him techniques to keep his presence hidden. All in all, it was a good day to mentor the next generation of Sapphique.