Dragoncrest Cliffs ae dilla marjaaniyaan

She perched herself neatly upon the fringes, waving a sandy paw to greet him – until he got close enough. Njord inwardly cringed when Meerkat’s happy expression washed away like a wave on the sand. Did he really look that bad? If only wolves had mirrors… Njord sheepishly raised his wrist to touch the tender side of his face, and flinched from the sting.

What happened? She asked. “Ah, ahem… dinna fash, lass,” he petitioned, “was only in a bit of a brawl, that’s all.” The redtail did his best to smile through the embarrassment and blunt pain. Inwardly, he seethed at the thought of Kigipigak’s smug face. “Canna say I’m much of a fighter.” Njord shrugged his shoulders and pretended as if it didn’t bother him.

But a question in the back of his mind haunted him. “D’ya know a man named Kigipigak? Said he’s welcome a’ Duskfire. He's a pigheaded fool with a loose mouth… but a damn good bruiser.” Njord touched his face again and winced, but realized he was wasting good time with Meerkat dwelling on a bad event. “Ah – but lessna worry ‘bout it. Are ya ‘ere for yer grand tour o Sapphique?”