Dragoncrest Cliffs Blackpine

Talamasca asked me to skip Heidr this round

From his periphery Njord watched Mireille pluck the webbing of kelp from the shipwreck. She was a true daughter of the sea and danced with quick feet to and fro. Njord station himself beneath a charred beam and felt the waterlogged wood against his broad shoulders. When his daughter was clear, Njord sucked in a breath – bracing himself – and pressed against the earth. The wood jerked sharply at first as the red tail strained beneath its great weight. Then, slowly, it rose higher and higher as the man lifted it up and away.

When it was clear of the marooned wolf, he let it roll off his body and it bounced onto the sand with a loud thud. Njord’s sides heaved as his loud pulse thrummed in his ears.

He turned back and inspected the stranger, who’s body was now unburied. Still, they did not move, their breathing shallow. Njord’s eyes flicked back to Mireille who watched expectantly. "Good work, mo nighean," he said.

“Imma pull ya out of ‘ere, ya dinna need ta be afraid…” Njord announced loudly to the unconscious wolf (but Njord was not certain they could hear anything at all). “Please dinna bite meh,” he said quieter to himself, almost like a little prayer. A small nod to Mireille, encouraging her to stand back.

Njord, careful as he could, grasped the scruff of the brown wolf firmly in his jaws and began to haul her from the rubble and onto the soft, warm sand.