strange happenings

he’s a rather long way from home, but Styrmir’s taken to roaming since he hit his first year. it’s a wanderlust that directly contradicts his desire to remain close to home, to keep an eye on his family just in case. still, Styrmir tries to push this aside as he weaves through the tall stalks of this new terrain. the weather has warmed, and he’s a little warm under his thick pelt and heavy bulk, sweat gathering along his flanks and forehead. thankfully, a cool breeze springs up as the sun reaches mid-point in the sky, and he pauses to relish it, head thrown back and eyes shut. a thunder of hooves suddenly fill the air, and Styrmir whirls to find a deer galloping directly for him, it’s head lowered as though to strike him. Styrmir snarls, the sound a mix of confusion and alarm, and bared his teeth at the creature, snapping his teeth.

the deer pulls up at the last second, but it doesn’t flee, as would be expected behaviour from the herbivore. rather, it simply ducks away from his teeth and begins to run a wide circle around him, kicking up dust and soil. Styrmir watches it from the eye of the circle with wide, bewildered eyes. the deer shows no sign of leaving, no matter how many times he growls in warning. and as moments pass, it seems to grow bolder, glaring at him with open contempt as it dances closer.

wc: 245

"Styrmir Trygg"