Pajas

It didn't take long for a distraction to find him, and his light-tipped tail flagged high over his spine as a dark pelted woman made her way towards him with a greeting. He had seen her about Hemlock on occasion and his grin turned a little roguish, only exaggerated by the darker markings that ran up over his eyes.

"Hej! Jag känner dig... Vill du ha något att dricka?" Perhaps the alcohol had hit the youngster harder than he had realised. It wasn't like him to forget not everyone spoke his father's tongue. Still, with her time spent with Erik, surely, she had picked up some of it. Maybe this could turn out to be more fun than he had thought? His tail waved expectantly at his back, his green eyes twinkling with just a little mirth (or maybe he was just drunk. Probably the latter).

"speech"