Sun Mote Copse my talismans and charms

The small falcon flew down and assumed its perch upon Towhee Jr’s shoulder. It entertained Njord and made him smile, impressed the yearling had garnered a cooperative relationship with such a fascinating creature. Towhee Jr may not have spoke the common tongue, but it was clear she understood effective communication and relationships.

-I’ve picked up the scent of wolves passing South of the Copse, through the Bog towards the Falls,- he explained. -Would you go on patrol with me? I'd like to take a closer look,- he asked. Njord’s practiced temperament helped him remain neutral. There was no point in jumping to conclusions.