The surly giant, his footfalls heavy and his gait plodding, made his way across the Woods. He was bored. Not quite painfully bored, but bored enough that he was restless. Laufey still wasn't quite used to being in a pack. He'd grown up with the freedom to go anywhere and do anything, and while he wasn't confined to Yfir, it still felt odd to be tied to it, to have the same place to go to every night. Weirder still was the instinctual need that drove him to feel protective of Yfir's borders and its people. He may not have liked all of them or known each one (yet), but not for a second would he hesitate to come to their defense.
A snap in the foliage ahead stilled him. He could go for a hunt. Or... His head lowered, nostrils flaring as he scented the ground before him. Perhaps it wasn't prey that lurked nearby.
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
