[color=00a651][center][u]Naswaru, The Relentless[/u][/center][/color]

It would seem that the weather god was rather hungry for something new. Perhaps he would set a new migration route for one of the hordes to go up in his mountains. It’s always good to be on the good side of his kin. That way they are more apt to working with him when he needs their help. The hunt for now seemed to be going rather well, but someone was bound to interrupt their fun.

The thunderous sound of something landing with force in the middle of the horde caught everyone’s attention. Naswaru would have wondered what happened if it wasn’t for the sudden appearance of ice. Another of his kin had come. The god of Ice, the cold one, the pure, Sveiand the enduring cold. For a moment Naswaru was very curious as to why this one would have come down from his icy throne. 

Had he found and lost another lover? Was he here to bring his icy heart to bear down on the rest of us and force them into an early winter? Perhaps he was joyous for finding someone that could warm his cold heart? Or maybe still the god wanted an update on the leviathan he had asked for so long ago?

All these questions and not one of them had anything to do with what he had to say. Naswaru was obviously out of the loop when it comes to that one. He should visit more. The news he did bring was rather dire. Their brother who was born of fire could have awakened again. Spitting forth his fiery abominations of misery and torment. This could also have something to do with the humans who keep disappearing in the area. 

The hydra seemed rather upset that his meal was interrupted. After some arguing between the heads they all seemed to agree with the idea of going after one of these dragons. An honorable endeavor no doubt. But the god of the hunt had other things to investigate and tend too before he could go off with them. 

As the Ridgebacks ravaged and ate their way through the dead and frozen Rognyak around him. He looked like he belonged in the mess of gore and blood. The god of the hunt took a moment to look around at the mess then back to his brothers. [color=00a651]“I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you for that hunt brother. It does sound very inviting but I must look after my own before i can go out for something like that. The Rognyak here shouldn’t have grown this numerous. I need to find the root of the issue here and investigate the local tribes. I fear the two maybe connected.”[/color] With a few flaps of his wings he was air born.

[color=00a651]“Good hunting brothers.”[/color] Naswaru then left the two to their own devices and headed off towards the mountain villages that once hunted these creatures.