Dragoncrest Cliffs Yeah she steals like a theif

Heuheuheu

Sapphique quickly made a good meal out of the whale but more remained than they knew what to do with. Their winter caches were filled to the brim and their bellies were full… but Njord couldn’t shake the fear that another predator would come to claim the rest of the carcass.

So, he happened to be on the beach that day.

Marco! Polo!

He heard whispering giggles echo from the darkness.

He recognized one voice but not the other. The man smiled to himself and immediately knew exactly what was going on in there. It had not been so long since he had invited Meerkat to Siren’s Cove…

But the lad was young. Like an uncle, Njord couldn’t resist the opportunity to heckle the blooming buccaneer. Besides… it wasn’t a good idea to invite a stranger into their home, anyway.

Good lord! He was turning into Rosalyn!

Like a P.E. coach finding horny teenagers beneath the bleachers, Njord stood backlit against the tunnel’s exit to the sea and sharply barked a loud, “Quennell!”