Oh boy, this was going to be good. There was a fae approaching him, and boy was she a little grumpy gills. Einarr would flick an ear, gaze focusing on the smaller female. “I wasn’t being that loud. Not my fault someone didn’t get enough of her beauty rest when it was time to actually sleep.” His words came in a sharp retort. Einarr was in no mood for her grumy bullshit, and quite frankly he had half a mind to say eff-it and continue his patrol.
“However, regardless of what you may feel I was being, I thought it would be good of me to get to know the rest of the pack. If I’m going to be working with you all, and fighting in battle, I’d rather know what I’m dealing with.” Einarr’s words came out hard, his gaze not leaving her for a moment. Eyes were narrowed slightly, and it was clear that he had been irked.
