If I had known Astaroth was out searching for me, i'd have tried to find him. But alas, I did not, and so he was left to look aimlessly in frustration for me, while I waited patiently back at the den. Although, as I laid here, my patience was starting to waver ever so slightly, as my silver eyes would peek open to look at the opening of the den in hopes to see his form lumbering in. Then again, i'd hear him before I ever saw him, because being light on your feet was certainly not one of Astaroth's many skills.

I was starting to fall asleep with all this waiting. Where on earth could he have wandered off to this time? I bet you he was out taking a nap, it seems like something he would do, scratch that, it is something he would do. I don't know what I was going to do with this boy, he's certainly something else. But again, he's my something else, and I was having a hard time being mad because I found his quirks more funny than infuriating.

Thankfully though, I heard some heavy paw steps coming towards the den and a massive shadowy figure lumber inside. Looks like someone finally decided to come back, the beavers probably started decomposing already. I peaked my eye open to see him illuminated by the light from outside. His tail wagged, and at first I thought it was for me, until I realize he was staring at the beaver. I had to hold back a snort and amused eye roll. I guess his brain was located primarily in his stomach, like most males.

"Silly beaver - why did you come here to die? Now, we will eat you."He says oh so cheerfully talking to the dead animal. Suddenly though, he seems to recoil from that action and snorts instead. "Whenever she comes back, at least." I have to bite my tongue to keep from busting up laughing as he glances around, clearly oblivious to my presence. Oh Astaroth, sometimes you didn't register things very well. Finally I can't take it anymore and break, laughing and rolling onto my back because the laughing hurts. "I don't think the beaver is the silly one here," I say, just calming down long enough to spit those words out.

When I finally stop my laughing fit, I hop to my feet, grinning from ear to ear. My banner waves as I move towards him, attempting to playfully tackle him for his silliness. Of course, with my tiny size and his giant size, you can see the outcome of this. He doesn't even budge and I end up awkwardly slung over him, trying to figure out how I can tackle him to tease him. I finally give up, deciding i've waiting long enough to eat today, i'd get him to play later.

I quickly get off of him, rubbing against him in a very affectionate way. "I went out hunting while you were away, but I think thats kinda obvious with the beaver sitting right that," I say, although I wouldn't be surprised if it may not be obvious to him. "Lets eat, I assume you are hungry, because I am," I say, this time matching his cheerful nature about food from before. Okay, so maybe I also thought through my stomach at times.