settle down, keep your head down low

Sandor was familiar with the burden of doing more and looking out for the pack, he’d felt that way when he was a prince. He’d learned it was not something that should be carried alone; even a leader needed someone to lean on at some point. No one was strong enough to carry it all. Siobhan’s attempts at putting on a smile only saddened him, though he hid it behind a smile of his own. When she asked if he was settled in he laughed softly and glanced at his ‘den’. “Sure…for now. I’ll fix it more later.” It wasn’t the best home, but it would do this was only temporary after all. How better to remind everyone of that than a half ass den?

When she sighed and admitted she wasn’t sure what to do his brows rose. Head cocking to the side at her explanation. A genuine grin pulled at his lips as he got to his feet and shook himself off. “Well, lets fix that then. Lets go explore the island.” He explained looking at her before nudging her gently and walking off away from the dens.



"speak."