Dragoncrest Cliffs The Abyss

Njord’s tongue flicked over his nose as if to wipe away the scent. Then, a snort. There was a conflict of the spirit in his bones. He was a man in his prime with a mate and children… Instinct dictated that he should chase any competition out or claim the land as his own. Yet, this was opposite of Njord’s nature.

Thankfully, the young wolf Etienne showed with a bubbly attitude. It caused Njord to cool his jets. A good distraction from the hormones inside his bloodstream.

“Ah, Etienne,” Njord said. “S’good tae see you, lad.” He meant that in earnest. The father would have given anything to see Swordfish with the same good health and spirits. For now, the smaller red-tail rested and healed.

Njord shook his pelt as if to rid himself of whatever tension coiled in his muscle. “I was on patrol, do ye wish tae join me?” he asked.