Qeya River No Rest for those love struck and weary

For days, weeks, months. Rodyn had traveled to and fro. He had chased down weasels in the deep forests with winter nipping at his heels. He had frolicked in the plains and grassy areas, felling the deer that lowed to and fro, some leaving lasting marks on his skin. There had been otters by the swampy marshlands and open unflowing rivers. There was a heaviness to his eyes as he had seen much of what nature had to offer and some of it, was distasteful. He had scars upon his shoulder and his brow, from otters, stags, and wolves.

He had lurked upon the beaches of the coast, finding just the right shells. He had brought more than one. There they lay now, clinking against the rabbit furs that encased them.

He had wrapped it all in a large deer skin. The part to pull had been the hardest part, but he had found that if he used the more bendy willow branches, he could tie them. Lay them flat on the ground and with a paw, and a muzzle and teeth, he could pull them part. A broken toenail was proof that he bored holes into the wood, and pushed the willow branches through, and he had looped it all around his neck.

He had made it here now, where the winter snows would eventually rise higher and higher to hunt the last of his journey. The caribou. His paws hurt. They were broken and cracked. The seafoam still formed in his dark red fur. He smelled of musk, brine and salt.

WInter was not upon them yet, so he was not one to bring with him the ermine skins, but all else he held tightly. He stepped towards the border and then with a loud whump he stopped and he waited. Lifting his muzzle for @Kukutux @Samani @Aiolos @Shikoba

Currently he has everything asked of him, and more except the ermine in winter and the caribou. at least as long as the threads he is in are finished. :D <3

Also if it matters he has a scar on his shoulder from a fight with Aventus, A scar down his temple (A small one) and across his right cheek from otters. (Also small)