
What he hadn't expected was the accompaniment of the shewolfs' scent. She was young, sure, but that constant stench of pest followed her whichever way she went. He couldn't imagine anyone finding companionship in rats, but then again, he had Cupid and Sindri with their rats of the sky as companions.
Finally, as he began to make his way through the pines, did the god catch a glimpse of white behind a tree trunk. Her voice broke the silence between the bird song, asking for berries. There was no one else around, so for a moment, he was puzzled before he began his approach.
Initially, he chuffed, keeping himself at a distance in case the youth was crazed. His expression remained firm but neutral as he circled to meet her head on, making sure to be seen and heard so as not to arouse any major surprises.







