Dragoncrest Cliffs our hands are tied here if we stay

Their visitor visibly deflated at the announcement of Kaertok’s passing. Njord looked to Erzulie and saw that the queen had picked up on the young delegate’s shift as well. Ever motherly, the leader spoke in her kind way – drawling voice like a warm hug – which could soften any wolf’s composure. It gave Meerkat a stage to share her intentions. Njord stood dutifully (perhaps, impersonating Rosencrantz), but his expression was gentle and attentive.

“M’name’s Njord,” he said. “Yer speakin’ ta one of Sapphique’s captain’s, lass,” he informed with a gesture of his head to Erzulie. He figured a scout would want to know who they were addressing. He fell silent and became a wallflower... so he could listen to the exchange and find out exactly what a a wolf from Firefly Glen (which was where, exactly?) would want with Kaertok.