Dragoncrest Cliffs This is My Eden

It wasn’t long before company joined him cliffside. Merlin’s red form sifted from between the trees and took a seat besides him. “Ahoy, Mer,” Njord greeted amicably. He tucked away the thoughts that Erzulie might be carrying his friend’s children and not his own. He had no ill will towards the other wolf – his dilemma was purely self-inflicted.

Before he could decide whether to broach the subject of the soon-to-arrive pups, Njord noticed the wary look upon Merlin’s face. He turned to look in the same direction... but nothing was there. “You al’right, friend?” Njord chuckled. “Yew look like yer bein’ haunted by a ghost.”