Northstar Vale Sweet Taste

Rodyn did not need to tell Arsenio how much hunting meant to him. It was clear in the way he spoke of his skill. The tradesman had respect for all things, even the animals that he used to feed his village. The Greek man had never heard another wolf speak on his craft that way. He admired it, quietly. There were few things that he found surprising, but the reverence in the Moonhunter was just that.

You have children of your own?

If Arsenio didn’t know any better, he would have pegged the man for a father. He had the look to him. If he wasn’t then, he wouldn’t have to wish for long. There would be no doubt that such a skilled individual would have a long list of women or men who found him desirable.

Forgive me, if not… you seem the fatherly type. You had said something about… ah, ‘littles’, he added with a toothy smile.