Havardr

Having lived for most of the time seafaring, walking far away from the sea seemed now awfully quiet to me. I missed the noises of waves and storms. But as long as I was on my Search, I couldn't return. I just hoped it wouldn't take long. From afar, my ears picked something up. Sounds of battle. A good battle is just what I needed. I rushed towards the source, as fast as I could possibly run through this bog. As I got closer, something large, blue entered my sight. A wartoad. It had several scratches, thick blood pouring from them. On the ground before it, a battle-scarred mirror hissed while dodging an incoming attack. A nocturne was flying overhead, diving towards the beast and lodging her wing claws in its soft flesh.
'Come on, we almost got this!', she yelled towards the mirror before rising back in the air.
'You think?', the mirror said angrily, while clawing at the toads tongue. 'It looks still way to healthy.'
The nocturne shouted something at him, but the wind cut off her words as she was still in flight. The wartoad got distracted and turned away. To me. I was now close enough to catch its attention. I increased my speed and tackled it, careful not to hit either of the smaller dragons. It didn't take long to bring it down for good, as the little ones did good work, despite the beast being slightly larger than me.
The dragons thanked me, albeit the mirror grudgingly so. I helped them carry the toad to their clan, and was invited to eat there. Friendly fellows, with a large collection of items. Could this be, where I finally find my charge?