Dragoncrest Cliffs Retrograde

The youngester took a place besides the redtail… and Njord would not shun his company so long as Quennell’s mood remained fairweathered.

His attention turned to the way Quennell shrugged off his question. A wry, knowing smile found its way onto the man’s face. It seemed every young wolf wandered as they approached adulthood. Coincidentally he wondered where Loko had traveled and how far.

“Aye, a few weeks now,” Njord reflected bitterly. The words were like sand in his mouth.