Whitewater Gorge Boys workin' on empty

After greeting Mazi warmly and introducing himself, Faolán rushed after Njal, following him to the gorge. He watched the burly wolf's gray tail in front of him with interest. Njal seemed to have no love for him, but, then again, Njal might not have great love for anyone in particular. Faolán stifled a chuckle at the thought.

Mazi was a sleek gray and brown specimen, just a bit younger than himself. She carried herself with graceful ferocity, eyes fixed on the goal ahead.

Faolán had a bit of trepidation about the task ahead, mostly due to the fact that this was his first test with his new pack in Neverwinter Forest. As he had grown up on a lake, he was no stranger to fish, but they had never had a famine such as this one and had rarely resorted to hunting the scaly creatures. He just hoped he didn't screw this up.