Northstar Vale steady as a beating drum

[table width=80%][tr][td]Tryp's chest puffed out a bit as adrenaline rushed through his veins at last - especially at the opportunity that he had not had before. A wren... That was a bird if he was not mistaken, and he had yet to successfully catch one. Sounds nice - though I have to admit that I am not yet so good at catching flying things. He giggled softly, eventually lowering his head again. But I'm sure the river attracts all kinds of prey... We can always try something else if it doesn't work out... He suggested softly.[/tr][/td][/table]