Dragoncrest Cliffs Let me in, for loud the linn

Since the whale washed up on their shores, Njord patrolled relentlessly for bearsign. It would not be long before he stumbled upon a stranger waiting patiently at their borders.

She was a young woman. Her pelage of mousy brown reminded him of Jorunn’s sandy fur, though her soft lavender gaze was unlike any he had seen.

His ears supped forward, curious. If this wolf were an emissary then he would have expected a howl. Yet she was perched quietly as an owl.

“Hello, lass,” Njord said as he approached. “Ye be standin’ at the borders of Sapphique. Are ye waitin’ fer someone?” he asked.