Firefly Glen [PHE] The Elk Bellows Group Three

His little neice is lively. The sea-farer quiet and stoic. The woman, of Kvarsheim (he does not remember hearing the name before) speaks of the gods, for which he dips his white chin respectfully. Then the striking, tall and slender man with eyes of liquid gold takes the direction of the group and begins his lope. 

Arrluk keeps side by side the southern royal, trotting along at the back end as the three others give pursuit ahead, driving a wedge between their target and the rest of the herd. A bull. A challenge that by now Arrluk would be fully prepare for, but the rest? Neice was young and he did not know how often the sea-wolf or the desert wolf took down deer of this size and making.