Otter Creek Chitter, chatter

Rodyn was watching to pick out a few chances to hunt. Otters were notorious for attacking back. So he tried to find those that were old or wounded. Though there were not many. He could get one himself, perhaps.

He was spared hunting alone when a glint of bright caught his attention and he turned towards teh blazing coat of a new wolf. He saw her coming and turned to meet and greet her.

He kept his body language neutral and when she was close enough within earshot he spoke quietly.

Hello. I'm Rodyn Ardeth. Fancy a hunt?