Dawn Treader Valley Fisher, Fisher where are you.

Rodyn continued on his furtive search. Yellow eyes darting from one side of the river to the next. Making sure that the Fisher he was hunting didn't turn around and find him. They were nasty creatures, not afraid of a fight. And he wasn't exactly willing to get too hurt.

Though he was surprised from his search as another wolf smell hit him. He froze looking about. Glancing and his own fur rose. He tilted an ear, trying to gauge any noises. But all he heard at the moment was the rushing of the river and the birds in the trees.

Finally his gaze fell on a smaller wolf. Frozen in was it fear? Was she afraid of him?

Hello? He chuffed tentatively.