Dawn Treader Valley Fisher, Fisher where are you.

Rodyn crept along the rivers and valleys. He had smelled A fisher. They were viscious and mean, but they had beautiful pelts. he could trade well for it. So he went in search of one. If he could catch it. It would all work out. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't just a little bit anxious about it.

He caught wind of a breeding pair, which meant they would probably be even more territorial and nasty. But also this meant he would be able to get one away from the other. Though a small part of him twinged at the thought of separating a mated couple. When he knew that pain, but his family had to eat and fishers killed babies. And other prey so.

He hunkered down and followed their trail.