Redsand Canyon Trader Joe's Snacksnop

Rodyn still carried his bundles with him. His mind on far reaching things. He had scented a pack nearby and so with anticipation and wariness he made his way to another border. This time a weasel in his jaws. Not one that he needed yet, but before it's fur would turn white. He sidestepped and moved away from the pack lands. About ten feet or so from the border and he lifted his nose in inquiry.


@Germanicus.


He wasn't sure who would come, didn't really care all that much. He just wanted help felling a deer, to touch base find out if they needed something in return for something he could offer and also to mention the missing pup. He was fairly positive the pup would not be here, but perhaps the eagle had flown this far.


The weasel lay at his feet, his furs and shells to his right, and he waited patiently on his haunches for whomever saw fit to meet him..