Haust Blót

It was his first time meeting those in the band that Dutch had joined and oh was he intrigued. The dark colored wolf would linger on the outskirts, clinging to what shadow he could and stubbornly ignoring the fire in the center of it all. The bright flames were enough to have his just subsiding headache flare up again. These surface dwellers enjoyed the sun and heat too much for his liking, but Dutch called the place home and abided by the customs...he would tolerate it for the night...or try to. The cave dweller eventually found his sister standing next to another wolf and his ears went forward, stepping towards her a bit nervously. Pausing momentarily he bent his head to grab onto the nose of the porcupine he'd managed to kill...well...sort of. Was he supposed to bring something or was that left to the band members? Oh well...it was a nice gesture...right?

Thoren approached the pile with narrowed eyes, attempting to let as little light in as possible. Carefully he placed the porcupine down to avoid the while before taking a step back and then abruptly turning to find Dutch. Approaching her with a bit of excitement, he showed no hesitation in stepping to her and brushing his head against hers, arching his neck to embrace her in a form of hug before politely stepping back. "Told you I'd make it " He would lightly tease, a rarity with Thoren but something he only offered his sister typically. Amber gaze shifted to the wolf she stood next to and for a moment there was uncertainty in his eyes. How did they greet others? Settling for simplicity, he would dip his head in greeting while showing respect. "I'm Thoren.." Eyes shifted between the two, unsure who to settle on.


Thoren brings a porcupine as an offering.