Dragoncrest Cliffs Willow Tree March

From Njord’s perspective, Meerkat seemed to suddenly combust with emotion. Clearly he had said something wrong. Surprised by her sudden decay, the seaman’s first instinct was to look around for help. But, like his support in the pack, only emptiness surrounded them.

“Shh, shh, dinna fash my love… w-we don’t have ta go anywhere,” he tried to backpedal. Without the powers of telepathy, there was no way to know the long rabbithole she had gone down in her mind. It left him feeling uttely helpless.

“Why don’t we go back to tha den an’ have a rest?” he suggested. Anything to escape the labyrinth they seemed to be trapped in.