Dragoncrest Cliffs Hang Out

The young girl greeted him with a bright expression and a wave of her tail. It made Njord feel accepted and happy that she welcomed his presence with such delight. He assumed Erzuilie was the child’s biological mother, because of her elegant features and gold accents, but he wouldn’t know for sure unless he asked. Two wives – two mothers – was still a foreign conundrum to him.

His pack-mate gestured back to the burrow, and Njord peered in – but he could barely see the glint of the groundhog’s angry eyes. He sniffed sniffed. Rodent? What was that? Unlike the fauna on Meares Island, mainland prey was incredibly diverse in Teekon. His red tail wagged in excitement, child-like.

“I’ll dig ‘er out from tha’ back!” he exclaimed, and hopped to his feet. Though he was still learning to hunt the wildlife in the forest, Njord was an excellent beachcomber. Digging out mussels, crabs, and other sea-critters was practically his specialty. He moved round’ the burrow’s backside, to where the body of the tunnel might be, and began to fervently excavate the groundhog’s home. His large paws would till the soil until their quarry attempted to (hopefully) escape into Chacal’s waiting pincers.