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

The girl isn't alone, her companions coming to life on either side. Oh those badgers are mean mean, yikes. Björn grunts, kicks out at the snappy little beasts. They seem to be everywhere... shit, he should get him some of those. The boy tossed his head wildly, feeling her jaws catch around an antler.

Snarling, frustrated, Björn feels the pressure building behind his eyes. Blood spilling forth, tossing his head indelicately. He's seeing red, quite literally, and allowing the frustration to take hold. Grumbling and growling, lashing out with his teeth and his antlers. Reckless swings, but ah, he's maybe more flustered than he'd like to admit. Being this close to a pretty girl and in the middle of a raid, it's a lot to process.

"Björn"