Firefly Glen Hushatahli

Rodyn watched in amusement as the child at first didn't hear and ran full tilt towards a pile of dirt and tried to claw and dart across the top. Rodyn didn't even know if he could scale the piles of earth, he could try and if the youth asked, would.

Rodyn listened to the tiny thing as he spoke. His eyes tracing over the brown of the young one. He was clearly well taken care of, so he belonged to someone and somewhere. Rodyn listened, a small smile tugging at his lips as the child proclaimed his name. No fear, he had no fear. Which was evident of a youth raised well, and without troubles. That was nice.

His words were unusual, but they sounded like the Moonwoman's so he surmised that this tiny creature was something of hers, whether he was completely hers or not, he wasn't certain.

Rodyn wrinkled his brow, thinking and then spoke. What does your Tataa like? Maybe i could help you hunt? And then take you make to your moonwoman?