Redtail Rise The Imaginary

Last from me!

Njord listened as he ate his fill – it was nice to have a good meal in his belly – but his offer was met with hesitation. Insecurity bled through Angler’s words… or perhaps it was a way of politely declining.

Either way, Njord shrugged with a roll of his shoulders. “Well if ya change yer mind, me pack’s name is Sapphique an’ we live that-a-way,” he gestured Westward with a sweep of his head. “Tha name of tha territory is Dragoncrest Cliffs,” Njord added.

He began to work a the joint of a leg, and with a great heave of his body broke the limb from the carcass. Food for his children. “Good work Angler, it was a fine time huntin’ with ya. I ‘ope you ‘av fairweather travels,” Njord said as he lifted the meat and turned away. If nothing else was said, he would hurry back to the pack, a piece of his kill in tow.