6/15/2025, 10:28 PM
Skill: Ranger [2/5]
He reared back, yet she pressed forward—a subtle action, yet he did not miss it. His eyes flickered down to the taller girl's paws for a split second before he looked up once again. ' Skjǫldrheim...' Where had he heard that name...? A small scowl dipped into his features for a heartbeat in contemplation—
Ah, of course!!! Beltane!
'I do not feel unwelcome. Should I?' The boy winced.
No, no, not at all! Please, anyone...uhh, everyone is welcome here.Lugh quickly rambled.
I—err... yeah. I met some o' ye packmates. Lively bunch.His words were deliberately vague—he hadn't exactly enjoyed meeting Sverke. Still, this one seemed quite a bit different. The other northerner had not greeted them with a smile, nor any simple introduction. It felt far more... cynical.
I... my name's Lugh,he paused, tongue awkwardly slipping over his lips.
I'm a part o' Avon. Nobody really important, though.Not yet, anyway.
I was just... lookin' around th' borders to see if anyone was around.He laughed quietly.
Todays th' first time I've ever actually found someone out here, though.He turned back towards his territory and beckoned her in with a small whisk of his tail.
There's not really much t'do here now that th' festival's finished, but I can show ye 'round anyway, if ye want.
That was perhaps the one thing he could do for her, at least—all that Lugh could hunt were the little vermin who scuffled about the forest floor, nothing grand nor worthy of being given the title of a 'gift'. The sharp hooves on deer were still scary, even if he'd grown durable enough to withstand their kicks.
I hope tha's good enough?He asked with a small curl of his lips.