Redtail Rise The Imaginary

The doe was feisty! It struggled beneath Njord’s fierce grasp and bucked to fight for its life. Hooves and hocks met his sides, almost knocking the wind out of him, but the Sapphiquian held fast. Though he lost sight of his hunting partner, he could feel when they made contact. They were able to hold their prey in one position as it bleated and struggled, until it finally succumbed to the hunters.

Plumes of steam curled from Njord’s mouth when he finally released his teeth from their prey. He panted from the effort, exhausted by the fight, and knew he would be feeling a bit bruised tomorrow. His gaze darted up towards the black wolf and smiled from ear to ear. Well, the other said matter-of-factly.

“ha-HA!,” Njord bellowed in a Jason-Momoa style laugh. “’At’s ‘ow ya do it! Yer a braw ‘unter, er…” Njord fumbled, realizing he didn’t know their name. “What do ya call yerself?”