Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

Seal! Njord loved the cut of Swodfish’s jib. The father beamed, excited to show their guest such an exciting quarry.

“Verrae good,” Njord agreed. His neptunain gaze looked around as his good ear listened for their prey’s distinct belching barks. The colonies would not gather en mass during the cold season… but perhaps they would find a handful basking.

The trio’s position was sheltered by the large piles of dark sea rock. “We’ll go ‘round,” he instructs. “Walk quietly… we must find one on tha sand. We cannae chase a seal ‘cross tha barnacles and kelp. She’ll make a quick getaway if try.” Njord had lost many a hunt that way.

“Rodyn,” he tells the man, “though seals dinnae walk well on land, they’re faster than they seem. ‘Tis a short distance tae tha water… easy for ‘em tae slip away.” Njord appended a second nugget. “An’ if we ‘old her down, chances are she will try fer a nasty bite. Keep yer wits about ye,” he cautioned.

Then, the seafthaer’s aura grows quiet with the intensity of a practiced hunter. He met the gaze of the other men in their small party and felt the bond of brotherhood… maybe something primitive.

He sets off, slinking across the sand like a panther.