Dragoncrest Cliffs this is a modern fairy tale

There wasnae time.

The sentence echoed in Njord’s mind and sent it running like a wild mustang. It was easy to imagine how differently Swordfish’s fate could have been. The thought rippled through him like a bomb’s aftershock – heart drumming so loud Njord could feel it in the tips of his ears.

Disdain. Hurt. Something in Meerkat’s scorned expression set Njord over the edge. He paced in a circle, huffing air furiously, as he teetered somewhere between punching a tree and having a full-blown panic attack.

Needless to say, he was beyond calculating why or how he ended up in this state. He heard Meerkat’s apology, but it didn’t land.

“Do YOU know?!” Njord shot back, incensed. Like a gun filled with birdshot, his anger cast a wide target. The bear. Himself. The situation. Meerkat.

He turned in another little circle.

“Do ye ken why we ‘av graves on our cliffs?” his voice became loud.

“‘Av ye seen how a bear kills a wolf?!” he couldn’t stop himself from shouting the words, the picture of Raleska’s practically severed head in his mind’s eye.