[Center]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/ohitsIF.png[/img][/Center]
[hr][@Rune_Alchemist]

As Finnegan made his rounds of the village to gather what he needed, he couldn't help but notice the destruction wreaked by the blizzard. Though the central part of the village had seemingly held well, the same couldn't be said for the homes he glimpsed that sat closer to the edges...

Collapsed roofing, shattered windows, and doors frozen in place told all that need be known.

It made it all the more sickening that the Valtem would take full advantage of such tragedy. 

The spear he'd borrowed was decently sturdy, and though he didn't entirely trust the salve provided by the spider-thing, it dulled the pain of his mangled palm well enough. Despite the Hunters' rather disgruntled reception, he'd even gained himself a helping hand for the task. 

[Color=green]"No?"[/color] Finnegan replied to the huntress; regarding the woman with a raised brow as he stalled his march down the frigid coastline. [Color=green]"Well, a wise old man once told me that the measure of a man comes not from looks, words, nor even the size of his blade... Only by the deeds he enacts."[/color] 

[Color=green]"Then he'd usually kick my ass."[/color] Finn chuckled after a dramatic pause, [color=green]"But anyway-- you said there was a big one with them? That's odd... Only ones that big are broodmothers as far as I know, and they stay far from the front lines; typically raise the young ones for their entire pod."[/color] 

Finnegan paused, rubbing his chin in thought as he lowered himself to a crouch. [Color=green]"Hmmm... No kidnappings... No dead... Only thing they've targeted is food... And a broodmother is with them..."[/color]

With a soft click of his tongue Finn rose to his feet, regarding his companion once more, [Color=green]"I'm no expert, and I'm only basing this off of what I've heard-- but I don't think we're dealing with a raid... Maybe something pushed the Valtem off their nesting grounds and forced the broodmother to hole up here with the young while their Hunters fight it off."[/color]

[Color=green]"Just guessing--"[/color] Finn continued, tracing the coast with the tip of his spear up to the distant cliffs, [color=green]"The Broodmother probably has herself holed up in a cove small enough that she can block the entrance with her size to protect the young. We get in there and kill them all and that entire pod'll be living on stolen time unless they've got a second Broodmother... That said, much as I like the idea of killing off an entire pod of fish freaks-- there's no telling how big the revenge raid'll be when the Hunters return and find their nest torn to bits, and I doubt Dawn has the supplies or manpower to fight off something like that."[/color]

The Apostle sighed as he stretched his legs and back, [color=Green]"If I were closer to home it wouldn't be an issue but given the circumstances-- I think out best bet'll be to take some Broodlings hostage and try to force a deal... Still leaves the issue of getting into the Cove, and going through the seaside entrance would be suicide... But maybe......"[/color]

He looked back to the Huntress, [color=green]"Know any caves around here that might connect to a place like that?"[/color]