Dragoncrest Cliffs this is a modern fairy tale

Njord had returned to Sapphique two days after Swordfish and Quennell. He had found their bloodied shelter and the crisscrossing trails of the brown bear in pursuit, but the absence of his son had put the fear of God - Atlan – into the seafarer.

Despite his fatigue, Njord was flooded with relief when he found the pair had made it home alive. A wave of sickness washed over him. Adrenaline had masked the anxiety, stress, and panic. Now, it threatened to reduce him to a crumpled heap. How close they had come to losing their son!

He head in the direction of the Roja den but abruptly veered off-path, certain he was going to throw up whatever was left in his stomach, only to find Meerkat marching towards him, steam practically coming out the ears.

Her accusatory tone put him on the defense and Njord, rope already frayed, snapped back. “There wasnae time,” he argued pointedly, a growl in the baritone of his voice. The man did his best to curb his temper by looking away, but inside his pot boiled over.