Big Salmon Lake Little Fishy Bite

A small sense of bashfulness ripped through the youth. Rodyn was only 2, just into his 2nd year of adulthood, and though his family had praised and raised. They had not been as proud of him as all of Moonglow seemed to be. It was a nice feeling, being wanted and appreciated. And he supposed his mother and father had wanted him, appreciated his life, but his father had been quick to chase him out, and his mother quick to turn her face away. It was the way of things for the Autumn wolves, but it still felt bad, and hurt his esteem and drew sadness deep within.

Rodyn nodded his head with a smile. I met him before I was a pack mate. He was searching for something called a Taata, but he and I we hunted a squirrel instead. He was as pleased as punch and wanted to bring it home to Anaa, which I believe must be you?

He smiled at the memory. It was a special one to him. I saw him to the borders and then took my leave. I haven't seen him since.

HE realized with a drop of one ear, he hadn't seen the child. He would need to seek him out.

I will need to seek him out. Have him tell me of his hunting adventures since then.