「 Skill Point ― Ranger 」

The young demi-god heard someone approaching, his ears flickering and rotating on his head. The foot steps were light, but the evident compression of snow crunched behid him. Asgeir couldn't stop himself from bristling, his body tensing. Who..? His nose twitched.

Ahh..

His mood seemed to fall further, eyes lingering in annoyance as the yellow girl sat beside him. It seemed she too did not wish to speak though, seeking the silence of their interaction. Asgeir couldn't deny it pleased him to know they would not speak as he returned his attention back towards the swirling winds and the dramatic watercolours of the sky.

The child was 2 months his younger, a sibling from Tyr and that one they called father. Asgeir hadn't taken the time to know that one's name but they were different from the rest of the pack. He didn't know why, nor did he care to ask. Part of Asgeir hated them, despise the very earth they walked on for it stole his father away from him. But somewhere deep inside he knew they were also feeling loss.

Gross. Was this... emotion?