Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

Rodyn felt momentary worry for the youth, but if his father trusted him so be it. And he was hunting at this lad's age, so he couldn't worry too much about it.

Lean body follows behind the sea wolf in front of him, watching with great interest how this may unfold. Ears perk up at the sound of barking. But not barking. It was the strangest thing he'd heard in a long time. Rodyin peeped over the top to get a glimpse and stared with firm jaw. They were not very small and gods they were....sort of ugly. But they were fat and had much meat. They'd be good, he'd imagine.

Rodyn steps in time with the other wolf, following directions with a fluid grace. He couldn't do the kill shot, because these are creatures he had never hunted, but he could watch and he could learn and he could herd.