Honeyed Pasture Rascal Hog

Rodyn had never thought he was better than anyone else or more good than another. He simply was what he was and life had been good to him. Mostly. It had hurt too. But the important thing was to not let it make him hurt others.

He nodded his head. I only spoke with her in passing here and there, but she seemed like a good girl.

He nodded, but then shook his head. It's a little bit complicated. I left to clear my head. Moontides numbers grow small. Chakliux's wife Marina, she's ill at the coast. If he should leave for her health, that's more than half our numbers. I am trying to come to a solution for all.

He knew Callyope had come to moontide. So it stood to reason at least in his mind. She would know Chakliux and his wives. So he didn't tiptoe around the topic as perhaps he should have. But it wasn't a cruelty, merely and honest word.

And he shrugged then. And I promised moonwoman I would make the paths for the packs and circles for our group hunt. So I figured now as good a time as any and it gets some thinking done.