fenrir

Not a bear, but a young stallion.

Fenrir’s ears turned backward at the whinny and then perked forward again when the young male appeared through the trees. Fenrir could not help but size the younger male up - that was his nature - but his body language remained neutral; curious even. He knew this colt could not be the owner of the forest, and if he was, Fenrir could, and would no doubt, relieve him of such a title. He had not made any decisions yet about his earlier musings, but finding nothing but a mere boy in charge would certainly sway him.

The colt stopped, awkwardly shuffling forward a few steps before managing to force out the weakest of hellos. Fenrir wasn’t trying to be intimidating so made some small efforts to look relaxed. ”Vel mætt" he greeted in the mother tongue. “You do not need to fear me boy. I am no threat.“ he assured the colt, his voice thick with a Nordic accent. He moved forward then, closing the distance between them and offering the spotted boy his nose to exchange breaths.

Drawing his head back, he listened as Paradiso indrocuced himself; spouting off names and places that Fenrir had never heard of. He presumed they were important all the same, because they warranted a mention at all. He said he was looking for Menkhet and Fenrir‘s ears fluttered, the name foreign to his tongue as he tried it out beneath a closed mouth.

Paradiso asked if he knew her. “No” he said. A simple statement of fact, but once it left his mouth, his expression suddenly became hard and he stepped closer to the colt, ears turning back just a little. His green eyes grew intense, “What do you want with her?” and would he want it too?