Dragoncrest Cliffs some of footsoldiers, some of ships,

It had been a nice day. The weather calm and the forest quiet. Njord had tracked game with @Haunt earlier that morning, and they had found a small party of does preferred to forage on their eastern border near the Tangle. After they had gone separate ways Njord had returned to his hollow for a nap, but when the wistful howl of Erzulie echoed through the chasm of rock, he stirred.

Passing through the tunnel, he found the queen moving about the whitewater. He approached her with a mellow posture and friendly wag of his fire red tail. Recently, they had spending more time together. In many ways, Njord found comfort in her empathetic personality. She was easy to get to know, talk to, be vulnerable around. On the other hand, he found himself concerned with her state of happiness… she was a strong woman, but he had witness her sorrows. That was something he wished to never see again, if he could help it.

“I heard ya howl,” he said as his gaze trailed to the wet sand. “Findin’ anythin’ pretty?” he asked.