Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

Rodyn is at the ready. Before they round the rock, Swordfish offers an idea. There was no reason to doubt his son’s capabilities. The young seawolf had proven his prowess and was growing to become a skilled coastal hunter.

The father studied his get. Assessed him. Seals could be dangerous quarry… but Swordfish had practiced broad paws for running on wet sand and a youthful, athletic build.

“Alright, son,” Njord agrees with a stout nod of his head. “Best mind tha pointy end,” he cautions him.

Njord’s muzzle casts Swordfish away in one direction. Then, his eyes flick to Rodyn. Follow me, he signs.

Njord leads the Moonsperian around the coastal rocks… and suddenly they can hear the burping barks of their quarry. It sounded like two, maybe three, basked on the sand in the distance. The red-tail slowed his approach and peeped his head over the stone to catch a glimpse. Decisively, he adjusts course.

Their pace slows. Begins to close in. He waits a beat… estimating the time it would take for Swordfish to reach his post. One ear rolls back, listing to Rodyn’s breath…

Then, suddenly the moment strikes! Njord leaps into a gallop. Njord goes one way, making room for Rodyn to help corral their prey. The seals panic, and flounder. They make a beeline toward the whitewater…