Redtail Rise The Imaginary

Angler came forth from the forest in high chase after the deer, yet his stance left something to be desired, an obvious lack of training in the art of pursuit hunting. He ran at full speed, eyes set on his prey and mouth wide open in a pant. The wolf looked ahead of his prey to calculate where it would go, and in the dark and frosted over clearing he sees Njord's fiery tail first, and the rest of the wolf second. His anxiety spikes, what would this stranger do now that he was seen? Yet, he would have some faith in hospitality. so he calls out to Njord.

"Good morning! Mind-" He gasps as the deer makes a sharp turn and he too has to do so, energy running dry, "Mind helping?" Angler begins to slow down, his speed lost as his body demands rest, yet he fights the burn and keeps on the prey's tail.