Moonspear Hunters Moon

The anchor position was one Njord was most familiar with. He recalled a past time when he had first stepped foot on Teekon’s shores. Sea-legs were not meant for hunting big, fast game of the mainland! Many failed hunts were sour lessons but eventually, as he matured, the man found his way among Sapphique’s ranks.

He saw his son’s golden fur trailing behind Elentai as they picked their target and harassed the herd. The dark man, Alaric moved first and sprung the trap they had set. Njord was close behind and flanked his partner. A burst of speed and then his jaws were agape. His teeth found purchase on one of the doe’s legs. Then, the man set his weight back to, hopefully, mire the animal long enough for the pack to swarm it.