Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

Saena's confidence lended to Dagfinn's own - the sweet death-scent of the doe drove thought of the Mad Buck almost completely away, but he remembered himself enough to keep an eye out. If Saena got hurt out here, it would be his fault.

"Reindeer are like the deer here, but larger - and they travel in giant herds. Like a carpet of food that stretches as far as your eyes can see," he explained, eyes dancing as he remembered the Great Hunts of his youth. Many of the wars that'd been fought in his homeland had been fought for the choicest hunting grounds. Mostly, though, they'd been fought for fun. There was always enough food to go around, after all. (As far as his memory went.) "They are less protective of each other when they group together in like that, though," he added, not wanting to seem like he was bragging or anything, even though Saena's praise made him puff up like a proud tomcat.

"You got the killing bite," he reminded her, the lashing of his tail giving away his pleasure at being complimented.