Dragoncrest Cliffs A Gift Upon the Shore

L’eau de la baleine wafted across Dragoncrest. After Chacal’s howl, Njord added his own chorus to call to his wife and sons. Yet, when he arrived, Meerkat, Stingray, and Swordfish were not present. He walked onto the beach just as their Tanzanite concluded her soliloquy, but found his appetite suppressed.

An ancient fear made his fur prickle. The man knew a strong smell, like the cornucopia before them, could attract other apex predators into the bosom of Sapphique. A vivid memory of Shardik roared through his mind like a waking nightmare… and the sight of the Dahomey-Rivaini children frolicking unawares made his heart jump. He could not stop the grotesque images of Raleska’s mangled body from plundering his peace.

Instinct changed Njord’s posture. His head swayed and swiveled – alert – and his steps became heavy – grounded. The man veered off and took up post on a plinth of smooth beachrock and watched for danger, should it appear.