Dragoncrest Cliffs get a hold of yourself

Njord and @Mireille had delivered the castaway to @Erzulie’s practiced hands. Her – for Njord, finally, took the time and realized that the wolf was female – wounds were ugly and required special attentions. After tending to, she slept for many days in the heart of Sapphique. Njord often stopped by with a small catch to help feed the sleeping wolf, spying protégé @Sobo looking over his maman’s shoulder at the stranger’s quiet body.

This day was no different. Njord approached the den site with fish in tow. It seemed, however, that Erzulie had stepped out. He rocked back on his haunches and curled his red tail ‘round him. She was a young woman, about Haunt’s age, and it disturbed him to see another paralyzed with injury. Could this be Haunt reincarnated? Delivered to them by the sea?

Suddenly, she jerked awake with a sputtering cough. Njord dropped the fish in surprise as she rolled over, dry-heaving. “Easy there, lass,” Njord said quietly, “you were in quite tha wreck.”