Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

Rodyn, the young wolf echoed in his usual deadpan voice. His heavy-lidded gaze was lifted to the visitor. The wolf was clad in darker colors, shifting to lighter markings of russet in odd places along his body. It looked like he had emerged from a dark autumn landscape.

Njord said that the man was looking to hunt sea animals. There was no better place to do it, Swordfish would have said. He drew his tongue along his whiskers and frowned thoughtfully. It would have been something to boast, if he were to show Rodyn the trap that Suzu had come up with. They had a way to catch fish without wading into the frigid waves.

Swordfish would not show Rodyn their fish trap. It was best to leave that for their packmates. A secret that would benefit only Sapphique.

We should hunt seals, then. The young seafarer cast a glance to his father, curious what Njord might say to this proposition.