Qeya River Lost wayward son

Rodyn wags his own tail in response, astounded at the size of the youth now. He felt as if it had been so short ago that the youngling was littler than this. He greeted with a smile.

Many things actually.

Rodyn chuckled good naturedly. And shifted. Moonwoman Kukutux has asked me to establish myself as a trader for the pack. I trade my prowess in hunting, story telling, gathering what ever they might need in exchange for something from them.

Rodyn furrowed his brow thinking. He hoped he'd explained it well enough. He was not too speak of bride price.

I'm traveling for a few moons to do just that. I was stopping first to say hello to everyone, secondly to offer my hunting. I am in need of a stag fur, but you may keep the meat. And thirdly. I recently was near a pack Sapphique on the shores of the coast. They have lost a pup. A brown pup was taking by an eagle, by the name of Requiem. They still hold hope that the Eagle simply dropped him. I was asked to keep an eye out for him.

What he didn't say was he hoped the pup was still alive too. Because it was heartbreaking to think otherwise.