Moonspear Arpeggio

He and Njord worked with minimal effort at their task. An age-old tradition that Argent did understand was the hunt—and so when the Gamma bounded forward to the flurry of surprised sheep, Argent veered slightly away from him, keeping in time with the man and also testing the strength and nervousness of the herd they found.

One would be sick—or wounded. He was sure of it—and soon enough, his nose would scent the creature before his eyes would fall upon it. A sheep that was far more skitterish than the rest as the two wove amongst them—it’s bleating more strained than the others—weaker.

His eyes would glance sharply up to Njord, his muscles coiling in preparation as he circled closer to the weaker one, awaiting Njord’s judgement—for this would feed his wife and the future that rest in her belly—he should have the final say on what they selected.