You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

Ugh, why'd Erik always send him as a fucking gopher? Björn wouldn't let it bother him too much, but it meant he was later to the party than he would have liked. Having carried the call for his older brother, doing as he's asked or whatever, the boy is finally able to make his way across the Steppe. Careful gaze running across the opponents that remained, falling on one of the prettiest girls he's seen in a while. Shiiiit, alright yeah.

Excitement, electricity coursing through Björn's system, he bounds to the girl. Face to face, an excited wag to his tail, lowering his head to lead with his antlers. "Looks like it's you and me," rakish grin, flexing his muscles. Charging head on... this is how you flirt with girls, right?

"Björn"