Dragoncrest Cliffs Then let the storm roll in

Rosalyn acknowledged Njord's presence with a slight tilt of her head, but remained intent on her search.  She hadn't had many words to say to anyone lately, she found, though she knew there were likely some that were proper.  Asking how he was, seeing how others fared.  She was just too tired to hear the replies and incapable of feigning interest in the answers.

I was hoping to find something big enough to merit a group.  It's been a while since we've hunted as a pack,  Rosalyn finally said, breaking the silence with a quiet explanation.  If nothing else, a sea lion might do.  She'd rather avoid the sea creatures as Merlin has professed a preference, and their own children lacked experience.  But any hunt was better than no hunt at all.

Especially now.