Two Eyes Cenote Gentle words, harsh faces

Rodyn wasn't as closed off as most. He just was too polite to share when he was uncomfortable. A notion his mother had drilled into his head. Granted there was manners and then there was a handicap. Which he felt he was usually good with an even balance. And knew when to speak up if he must.

HE smiled at the seashells. They are beautiful. I've brought Seashells, an elk belly with different meats, a noisemaker they are made with fish bones and when the wind hits them they make a tinkling sound. I make pouches to carry herbs or other such things. And of course A rack of antlers. I have more in the woods if these do not meet expectations.

A gentle shift and a roll to settle to his haunches. The ease of a man who was confident in his skin. I have fared well. There have been quite a few willing to hunt with us during Autumn's group hunt. And i have managed to hunt with a fair few wolves. Has the summer months been treating you well Lady Eset?