Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5583506-20190925235021

Shanks considered it for a brief moment. Maybe these animals would know where the best hunting grounds could be found? He had on a few other occasions hunted with feral dogs and even wolves up in Niflheim who had all happily or cluelessly invited him in. It was a surreal idea. Despite his current appearance, he still felt as human as the day he was born, and thus the feeling of being so accepted by canines came off as weird to him. In a way, he was more welcome among their kin than with other humans. It was quite reminiscent of that one book by Jack London he had read once. What was its name again?

With a shrug he gently scurried after the coyotes. As long as they didn't travel too far, he would have no problem in bringing some potential game back to the others. But not before having some fill on his own ...