Dragoncrest Cliffs The Abyss

Meerkat’s season had begun and Njord orbited his wife like the moon. They frequently slipped away for privacy, when not tending to their wounded, and basked in the warmth of one another like the sand does the sun.

Yet, there was a new severity to the man. He felt it. Something different. Maybe it was the threats at their borders, the bear, or simply his age… could it be instincts or something else?

He was restless. Agitated.

Njord stalked along their borders and smelled Chacal’s mark. His teeth chattered reflexively in response, red tail lashing like a lion’s.