Wind Off the Waves [Open]

A voice interrupted his revery, muted somewhat by the roar of the wind but audible nonetheless. Aesir swiveled, quickly laying eyes on the approaching male. At a glance all he noticed was that the boy seemed young, or at least a bit younger than himself, but he was large as well. A moment later he realized the strange dark shape upon his back was actually a bird and the silhouette clicked into place in his memory. Éldi. The young male was of an age with Valkyrie, another wolf from home, but he had changed a bit since Aesir had last seen him... Well, that was odd. His thoughts stumbled for a moment, struggling to place the bird's name as usual. Asgeir? Askr? Probably that. Aesir turned fully and nodded to them both. "Good enough. I'm surprised to see you so far from home, hvolpur." Aesir wondered what had brought the young male so far from home, and especially to a place like this on a day like today. Most sensible creatures would be running tailtucked for cover, cowering in their dens.

Unable to put the question to rest, he asked at half a shout over the wind, "What about you? You look like you've hit lean times, if you don't mind me saying," Aesir intoned, words trailing off into a dry chuckle. And maybe there was the edge of a sneer in his tone, but Aesir wanted to see if the boy would get riled from it. The last time they'd seen one another he had been even young, a plump little tag-a-long from time to time. Who was he to guess what sort of man he was becoming? Aesir felt like he couldn't spit without hitting some large, boastful pup bumbling around with his head up his ass. Granted, this wasn't just some fleabitten wanderer; the boy he remembered had been brave even as a pup, so he resolved to just blink blearily at the younger male while he waited.

The storm continued to rumble in the distance. Sheets of rain could be seen falling from the distant clouds, but still all Aesir felt was the cold, dry air gusting up from the waves below. Maybe the precipice of a lethal plunge onto jagged rocks wasn't the best place to potentially pick a fight, but the drama of it all seemed to be worth it in his mind. It would make for a good retelling later. Of course, maybe the youngling had more than two stones to rub together, rattling around in that skull of his. Maybe they could have a pleasant conversation and wait out the storm in halfway decent company instead.

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