Firefly Glen [BWH]Group 5 Elks the name of the game

Rodyn smiled and lifted his yellow gaze. I have organized this and it is for the wolves, not me. I will not take the sun from you. A tilt of his head and a nod. He moved into place.

Weathered and knowing gaze falling on the beasts they would hunt. These much easier than the bison he had hunted once. He still remembered those wounds. Bore scars from them.

There is a young mother. A limping elder and a stag who has lost some of his antlers. He is unbalanced. But large and still well fought.