Redtail Rise The Imaginary

“Njord Sveijarn-Corten, at yer service,” the seafarer replied as he took a seat at the opposite end of the carcass. With the chase over, the man could get a better look at his company. They were female of middling size, with pale moon-colored eyes which contrasted against their dark, charcoal pelt.

“Angler, eh?” he ruminated as he smelled the deer’s fur. “Are ya a bonny fisher?” Such a skill would be useful in a seafaring pack such as Sapphique… and his mind turned to recruitment. With winter approaching, it would be helpful to bolster their numbers. Plus, Rosalyn and Erzulie always seemed to prefer having women in their ranks. “My pack could always use a good hunter, if yer ever lookin’ fer a ‘ome. We live by tha sea.”

He sunk his teeth into the deer’s meat. There was plenty to go around and this wolf hadn’t shown any indication of being greedy. Njord would fill his belly as much as he could and planned to carry some back home for the kids.