Broken Antler Fen Bittersweet notions

Rodyn was not alone. He felt her presence before he saw her. A prickling along the side of his ruff and deep in his shoulders. He turned to look. Yellow eyes falling on the snow wolf. Smaller than him, but sturdy, she would make a fine hunting partner, if she was so willing. But not everyone was willing to hunt with a stranger.

He shifted and moved closer, quietly. Keeping an eye on the deer below. Making sure he didn't startle them. He stopped a respectable distance away and dipped his head.

Hello I'm Rodyn Ardeth. Scouting out the nearby herds. Don't suppose you'd be willing to hunt with me would ya? I'm a fair hunter. And I'll split the spoils. All I ask if for the pelt, we use them for beds in our village.