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Dark Horizons [event thread]



Eirik I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
75
player
10-28-2014, 11:24 PM



Walk | Talk | Think

Even Saga seemed to realize the craziness of their meeting and hastily tried to cover it up with assurances that it had all been by chance. The fact she thought it might have looked a little too fishy to simply have happened on its own was almost enough to draw his lips into a half smile, but he was still nervous about his part in this meeting. As much as he loved his father, the guy was still pretty intimidating. Having to stand up to him on behalf of someone else was not going to be an easy thing.

But in the end he would since her answer was in the affirmative, taking him up on his offer of securing her sanctuary here inside of Secretua at least until the storm cleared enough for her to leave. If she wanted to leave anyway. Eirik supposed she would want to, considering she had a pack and all to go back to, but then again it still seemed weird for her to show up here all alone, even if the storm was worse where she lived. "Okay," he nodded, mentally preparing himself for what he had to do. His expression became a bit more serious as he turned away to lead her back. "Follow me then." Oh god, how was he going to do this?

He felt his nervousness rise as he followed the same trail that he had created back to the meeting with his family. His rosy pink eyes skimmed over each of them, mostly his siblings first as they were the best support system he had here, then his mother who was likely to be confused by his unanticipated companion but warm nonetheless, and finally rested upon his father. The imposing man held his attention the second he received it, and a little Eirik wished he was not in this position. But he had already told Saga he would help her out, and he really did not want to wimp out on her.

"I found someone else," the pale grey youth called, doing his best to steel himself for the confused but stern look he was sure to get and casting what he hoped looked like an assuring glance at Saga. "She's a friend of mine," - maybe that was stretching it - "She was in the area when the storm hit and needed somewhere to stay." It was the truth, more or less, and he hoped it would do. "Could she stay here?" A part of him wanted to bargain, to state that it would only be for a short time, just until the weather cleared and then the little wolf would be on her way. But not knowing exactly what Saga intended he did not feel right making those assumptions to his father.