Skill: N/A

Lugh heard distant clamor days earlier. A soft hum of conversation between voices he did not recognize, and now there was a new scent—something milky, soft. The young boy could only ignore his curiosity for so long. The façade of feigned detachment was bound to be dropped sooner or later, as the flame-furred pup bounded across the clearing towards the big strangers and his niece.

He stopped a few strides away, warily watching the lanky, gray-furred wolf. 'Can they come out an' play?' Play? Lugh's ears perked up, he took a few steps closer. The big wolf had their paw resting on a rock. Aisling was eager—and, as much as he tried to hide it, so was he. Another step. He craned his neck to see into the burrow, and there lay...

The smallest bunch of pups he'd ever seen. Just about the size of a medium-sized potato. Lugh's nose wrinkled. Play?! Are ye mad? They can't even walk yet, Aisling! He chirped, scowling in confusion and unconcealed disappointment. Watching the army of ants march into the mound of dirt was slightly more interesting than these fuzzy masses.

Though they were kinda cute. Lugh canted his head aside. Who're they? He looked up at Dimitri, head still tilted. Who're you? There was a slight hint of scrutiny in the boy's mosaiced eyes. I haven't seen ye 'round. He puffed out his chest in an act of valiance. This was his land, him and his mama and... these weirdoes, that apparently were his extended family.