Dragoncrest Cliffs The Rules of Fight Club

@Njord 

Food in cold weather always improves one's spirits and, though Merlin felt a tad bit guilty for not sharing his meager meal of few stranded fish on the shores with his buddy in crime, he found consolation in thinking that he would not feel the least bit offended, if Njord did the same. He headed now towards the borders, where he patrolled too, when he was not cooped up with headaches, and thought that the time had finally come for them two to start training and making plans on, how to deal with the jerk from the mountains. 

He found some older tracks of his friend, but the recent snowfall had hidden the rest. And since the ground border of Sappique was too long for Merlin to run there and back again, wasting time looking, he tipped his head back and howled for Njord to come, if it was convenient. And if inconvenient, come all the same.