Grouse Thicket Little Bird

Rodyn hadn't seen many in the area. And he had wondered briefly if this was going to be a journey that bore fruit. He wasn't certain. Where it had seemed easy to do this with his bride price. The wolves just didn't seem as friendly as they did then. But he would keep trying.


Rodyn heard a chuff and quickly his head lifted. He kept an eye on the birds. They hadn't seemed bothered by the disturbance. So he altered his course and headed towards the other male a few steps away. An easy smile and a rangy grace in his step. A dip of his head.

A Whisper. Hello. I'm Rodyn. Fancy a hunt?