stand up and look into the light

There were far more clefts in the walls than Björn had initially counted on. They made for good hiding places, tidy hidey holes, and interesting resting places... he could see them now. Outlining them with his stormy gaze, and taking them in for future reference. It's a fascinating place, washed out by whatever flowing water had been in the area, over time. Though many of the spots were only large enough for wolves the size of the one before him, some were far larger. Maybe he'd have to return at some point, when he had more numbers by his side.

As she slips free of her spot, Björn marvels at just how diminutive the girl is. He comes from strong northern stock, but the quiet way she moves is... quite interesting. Ah. As she comes closer she doesn't... doesn't stop coming, does she? Björn's scowl is trademark, though he doesn't take a step back, either. The starkness of the height difference is certainly something.

At the mention of the red sun, he considers preaching on the coming end... but thinks better of it, for the moment. Everyone was sick of hearing about Ragnarök by now, they knew. They knew it was the end times, or they were too dense to recognize the signs. He lets sleeping dogs lie for now. "I stay out of it in the summers, the red sun is still hot." Carefully gazing down at the girl, assessing her openly. Still retaining his predatory edge, Björn can't help himself. Though the scabbing was a bit much, she could probably be pretty, in the right light. Or, well, out of the wrong light. "I'm Björn Trygg, who are you?" Bold, curious. He'd let the curiosity stand.

"Björn"