who goes there?

the boy draws up short, brows furrowing as blue eyes scan the newcomer from head to toe. a…girl? whatever he’d been expecting it certainly isn’t this. but Styrmir falters for only a moment before recovering himself, lips peeling back to reveal bared teeth as he marches forward. the stranger might be a (very pretty) girl, but she’s still, in the Viking’s mind, a perceived threat. “state your business,” he demands, voice a low growl. well, the pup equivalent of a growl. “why were you hiding?” he aims to move until they’re scarcely an inch apart, utilising his size to bear down on the smaller pup and make his intentions clear: if she tries to run, he will pursue.