Ocean's Breath Plateau Of changing the game

Mojag had taken it upon himself to get to know the northern-most areas of the plateau. The village had taken the greenest areas for sleeping places, herbal stores, and the like; but it was the sea that drew him close, and the beach which gave him purpose. He wanted to know everything about this place before he set to teaching anyone, and could be found studying the various things found there.

For now, he was focused on a small tide pool set against a pock-marked, barnacled ledge of slate. The tide was rolling out, leaving a natural staircase of this dark rock exposed to the open air. It was dark and slick with water, except where the barnacles clustered. Mojag was trying to find a way to pull a large stone free, certain something lived beneath it, but the barnacles were hard to grasp; they were sharp, and stung at his gums.

When Rodyn appeared, Mojag relented. He sank back a step and panted openly, licking his lips and tasting the salt there, and passed a wolfish smile to the man. It was then the boy saw what was being carried, and so he moved to intercept Rodyn further up the beach where the sand was soft.

What is this! He called out as he got nearer, seeing the hide. The boy looked ragged from his exploration; his fur hung in salted clumps, ratty and disheveled, but for a change his face was bright, and he looked more like a wild man than the chubby boy he had been, already.

You did not need to bring me a gift, Rodyn! I am happy merely to be of help to you. He was out of breath, but thankful.