Dragoncrest Cliffs Yeah she steals like a theif

It was too easy to become drunk on this particular brand of schadenfreude.

Njord could not help but take another swig of the proverbial bottle when he spied Quennell’s expression.

“Aye, you’re right,” Njord affirmed as he went along with the small talk. "Good eye, you must have a penchant for naturalism, hmm?" He complimented, pretending to be cordial for the lass’ sake.

The three walked out of the tunnel towards the gargantuan carcass on the beach. By now, it reeked something fierce (for a wolf, in a good way). Bones protruded as the skill had been devoured by Sapphique and other scavengers.

“Redtail Rise,” Njord ruminated. In the light, this she-wolf looked a lot like Chacal. Black with a gilded topcoat of gold.

“Tis a pleasure, Lilia. The name’s Njord,” he said.

The seafarer turned to pick up a hearty piece of meat from the bounty. 

Quennell looked pale.

Feeling he had embarrassed the lad to an appropriate degree, Njord turned. “I’ll be leavin’ you two tae enjoy. I think @Meerkat an’ I will enjoy lunch on the cliffs,” he said with a whimsical sigh, gesturing to the tall plinths of rock conveniently overlooking the cove. “There’s a nice breeze up there.”

He nodded to Lilia and Quennell and disappeared back down the tunnel.