Two Eyes Cenote Gentle words, harsh faces

“We will set aside placements at the banquet, should you desire to join us,” Eset assures with a kindly sway of tail and follows Rodyn’s eyes when they catch on the gemstones.

A buried wife. The look in her face darkens and she gazes mournfully at the sorrow she finds in his own. “Oh- I, I am so sorry for your loss,” her tone softens, ears falling back upon her head. She wonders then if his coursing took him away from the pain- if this cross country hunt meant more than winning quarries and bolstering alliances.

The stones take a reflection of the streaming light. Slowly, Eset lifts a paw in gesture to the offerings. “Everything here is for the pack of Moontide. Our mazoi will deliver the bounty to your lands, my Lord, so you may continue on with your hunt. We graciously accept your offerings in return.” Her head bows to his.