[Tarfuss]

Tarfuss watched the boats holding the other team led by Eyvind depart. He was tempted to light a pipe, but there was work to be done. They had their own boat and sailors to take care of the sailing of it, for which he was glad. He knew nothing of boats. Waiting for Cyrus to give further orders he went over his minimal gear one more time. Sword, shield and spear. Rations. Firemaking gear. A bed roll. A Mess kit. His few personal items. He sighed. He was ready to head out. He hated the waiting.

After repacking and securing his gear he looked over to Cyrus and noticed the wolf-beast. The creature had saved him once. It was a beautiful beast, but was somehow eerie as well. There was something absolutely wild in the thing - something that walked near the edges that he couldn't pin down but sensed. He had met several others like it, but they didn't have the same feel as this one. He'd hate to have it mad at him, that much he knew.

Looking up at the sun he wondered how long they'd be on the river.