The Sentinels There once was a village

Rodyn had promised he would stop here first. He wasn't sure if it was wise, but it wasn't out of his way. After all, he wanted to stop at Moontide anyway, which was merely up the beach line.

She arrived and he first wondered at her reluctant distance. They here scent hit him like a freight train (not that he would know what that was) and he froze. Dug his claws deep into the dirt, and tightened his spine.

A small respectful deep of his head and a smile that lit up the corners of his eyes. Hello again.

Rodyn tilted an ear and nodded. I understand. You know. I have some business further up the beach line. If it makes you more comfortable I can come back another day?

He looked down at teh pack and nodded. Taking shallow breaths. He was a gentleman, but he was still a man. And she smelled amazing.

Yes I am. Also I carry the invite for mid fall in Firefly Glen. We will be hunting some big game. I am unsure if it will be Elk, or Caribou. But whatever it maybe, we hunt enough for every pack to take much meat home. There is also much trade. And it is family friendly so anyone can bring their families if they wish. It is a time of neutrality and fellowship.