Ello Sweetie

The clear call of a fae who was not quite a friend but far too familiar to be considered an acquaintance brought a playful smile to the brute's lips. He stretched, rolling over onto his back so that all four massive paws pressed into the roof of his den. There were few creatures that he'd abandon a nap for. This was one of them. Valentine wormed his way out of the den, his massive frame making his exit snug and resulting in a liberal coating of cold dirt. Once free he shook out his coat, sending bits of brown grit in all directions and marring the unblemished snow. With a spring in his step, the brute set off immediately to answer the call.

With his head held high and a cocky grin on his lips, he arrived at the border shortly after. ”Esti,” he rumbled, ”What brings you to Imperium?” Was she looking to join? Valentine hoped so. One of his browspots rose, amusement evident in his expression. He teased, ”Did ya miss me?”