Dragoncrest Cliffs all right, mavericks!

For the first time in his life, time seemed to slip away like a shell on the shore. A blink of an eye and Spring had come and gone. Perhaps it was because because he was soon to be another year older. Or maybe because Meerkat and Njord’s little brood kept their new parents so busy. He had enjoyed being in a little bubble – the five of them tucked away in their small woodland burrow. Yet, as he caboose’d the family train at the rear, he couldn’t help but realize how absent he had been when Quennell crossed their path. Wasn’t he born just yesterday??

The sun caught the bright crimson on Quennell nape. Njord felt himself pause, a stern look on his face. How had he not noticed it before? He had never asked who Erzulie’s suitor had been this year… and he wondered if his brother, Aegir, was still wandering around the shores.

The trio heeded their skeptical father no mind as they pranced, excited to meet a new playmate. Njord assisted Swordfish with a little muzzle-bump to his rear end to help him find his footing. He noticed the dismembered wing in Quennell’s grasp. “What ‘av ye got there, lad?” Njord asked, as if to encourage him to come say hi.