�ingvellir (YFIR)

N/A · 09-29-2014, 12:37 PM

The boy would lift himself from the ground when his mother nudged him. Luckily they were close enough to where the gorge met the dancefloor, and the boy would move, breaking into a bit of an awkward half-run to make sure his arrival to the meeting would be prompt. He had developed a bit more of an independent streak from Chryseis, having gone tothe hunt on his own. But he still followed her now, and he would still come to her without hesitation if she ever called, but this was the second meeting he would go to without her at his side. He was growing after all, and soon, when the seasons changed, he would be just a bit older.

A breath would be taken as he came upon the others. Faces of the pack he would start becoming used to were there -- the red male, the silver, blind wolfess whom was close to him. The lady that lead the hunt... And the victor of the challenge, the one who started the punishment of his parents they deserved -- Katja. Hypnos held respect for the silver ticked black woman. Leg aching as he finally stopped due to the run over a bit of harder terrain he would carefully sit, leaning more to his left to take some pressure off it for a while. Of course he sat next to his mother, wondering what she might think of this place. Perhaps they could at least stay a while to thank the other for offering them refuge?

?Lady Drottning.? The young boy would greet, tipping his head respectfully towards her.

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