Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

Rodyn hit the ground low. His belly brushing along the sand's as he slunk next to the males. he took what they say and put it to his mind.

Don't let her near the water and when cornered she would bite. A bit like weasels, but probably bigger.

Rodyn moved to flank, following the two seafarer's lead in this, because he was a novice when it came to sea fishing. Though as always the thrill of the hunt pushed a warmth into the base of his neck and grew down his spine. A smile stretched across his face. He loved to hunt.