Hoshor Plains pretty like the wind

Pre-Hunt

The hunters prepared in their camps. Rodyn had asked Njord to lead. It was a responsibility he took seriously, though he felt pride and honor to earn the trust of his Moontidian friend. A familiar rush of adrenaline began to flow through his veins each time the redtail’s eyes laid upon the distant bison; small from afar but mighty and dangerous when hunted.

To occupy his mind, Njord moved between the camps of the Moon Villages, reconnecting and telling them of his claim, with Meerkat and Reki, at the Copse.

Then, he saw Chickadee shuttling a school of children up to a lookout. One of them had a bright red tail.

Njord remembered @Kukutux’s words of Rhaegal, @Vairë, and Saltshore, though their paths had never crossed. One time, there had been excitement surrounding their engagement, a new village, and the promise of children… however, any updates quickly fell into obscurity and the man never learned more.

He entered Moonglow’s camp, where many wolves bustled, but Njord did not know which one was the woman he sought.