Lake Rodney Otters for a bride

Rodyn returned the tail wag, though he also kept his attention on the ground and the scent of otters. Yellow eyes dipping low to watch and learn.

There was something about the ocean that held an allure for the russet boy, however, it was also a frightening thing. Too many ways to hurt himself or others. To be lost at sea sounded awful to him.

I will gladly share the meat with you. Perhaps we can meet again for another type of hunt if this one proves fruitful. I wouldn't mind stag or weasel hunting, perhaps? I may even see you at the sea. I am bound for there next.


He missed a step at her question, she was at teh heart of the thing. Perhaps it was normal for this type of thing. He hadn't thought so, but perhaps.

You could say that. I am securing my future in my current pack, both as a trader, hunter and a man.

He could not bring himself to speak of his intentions towards Samani. Not because he didn't wish to howl it to the world, but rather, because Moonwoman had told him not too, and he did not wish to befoul his journey by disobeying.