Whos there?

Just as he had suspected, the young boy that seemed to be responsible for him being here did indeed shriek and jump as he was spooked, making Tiburtius grin and chuckle. He didn't intend to really scare the boy, but he just couldn't resist giving him a little spook and pranking him a bit. Nothing had brought out the playful, trickster side of himself from his youth more than when he had his own kids and eventually his grandchildren as well. He and his grandsons especially had played little pranks on each other back and forth for most of their childhoods and this pup reminded him so much of those days. It made him wistful in a way, but he had lived a long, full life. There was no regret in how his life had ended. He was sure everyone wished at one point or another for more time with their loved ones or to do more things, but he was content and really only wished he knew what had come of all of his family.

He wouldn't get those answers here though so he figured he might as well have some fun and maybe teach this pup not to go messing with things like spirits. If the separation between the spirit world and the living world was really so thin that anyone could simply pass through like this then he was actually quite lucky that someone as harmless as himself had been the one to be randomly pulled across. Tiburtius chuckled as the boy caught himself and seemed to collect himself after his initial scare, introducing himself in a way and demanding that he do as he wished since he had summoned him here. Tiburtius got a mischievous gleam in his ruby and emerald gaze. He didn't recognize the family name that young Ciaran spouted off—likely a family that came to be after his time in Boreas was over—but he had a feeling that it was supposed to have some kind of power or significance since he made a point of saying his whole name. He lowered his head, leaning down a bit so he could get to be eye level with the boy.

"Bold of you to think that your standing here has any sway in the spirit world, mortal," he rumbled, speaking low and menacingly—or at least as menacingly as he could manage. He was most certainly putting on a bit of a show for the boy, but it was all in good fun. He grinned wide with a flash of teeth in the moonlight, adding a low growl for emphasis. "Maybe you should run before I decide to get revenge for being disturbed..." he added, growling again before jumping forward, landing with his large front paws hitting the ground just in front of Ciaran, looming over the boy with a snarl without actually touching him.

"Tiburtius Armada"