Ocean's Breath Plateau Nothing quite beats venison

@Tybault

Today the esrly morning mist before dawn found Rodyn nearing the trees of the plateau. Deer had been making nests among the loam and briars and he wanted to at the least scope them out. If he could hunt 1 or 2.

Nose to the ground. Bright yellow eyes peering into the dim light. As he tracked the progress of 1 or 2 does.

A turning of soil in his paws as he used senses to gather the ways of the hunt. Ears swiveling to catch the quieter noises

Tybault too was trying his luck at hunting. He hadn't expected company. Under different circumstances he might have avoided the interaction altogether, but this time he recognized the man as one of Moontide's leaders. They hadn't been formally introduced, but Tybault knew him nonetheless.

He greeted the man with a chuff. Rodyn, right? I'm Tybault, His voice remained low, mindful of their hunt.

Rodyn stopped moving forward by a new scent coming to him. He lifted russet head to look around. Eyes falling ona golden wolf. He looked familiar and as if he had the same idea as the Moontide man. He had come with Kukutux.

Rodyn dipped his muzzle down. Yes well met, Tybault.

A tilt of an ear a look around. You up to doing some hunting?