Redtail Rise The Imaginary

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Njord was entranced by the distant crowning glacier as he remembered the stories of Duskfire and the tragedy of his lineage there. Sveijarn, he thought to himself — just as he reflected during the great falling star many months ago.

Suddenly, the sounds of heavy breathing and hard paw-steps snapped the redtail out from his reverie. He turned sharply to see the retreating deer and a black wolf between the trees. Njord’s hackles spiked in surprised, but quickly smoothed when he realized the wolf was not pursuing him, but the doe.

They were of middling size and athletic looking. The dark coat and slim face reminded him of Chacal.

“Oh, aye,” Njord agreed after a momentary pause to get up to speed, “I’ll help ya!” It would be advantageous to hunt together. A party of two was much more likely to be successful. “Let us run ‘er till she can’t run anymore,” Njord advised, kicking against the ground as he broke into a slow canter besides the other wolf.