Ein, it appeared to Ragnar, seemed to be following in the brave Tveir’s footsteps as he dashed towards the mouth of the den, his expression entirely too ferocious for a young child, ignoring Thistle’s warnings as he charged towards the entrance just as Ragnar had slid down in, blocking the child’s barbarous charge towards the outside world. Ein attempted to stop himself, skidding along the floor of the den, the small scrapes his claws made wild as he attempted to avoid slamming into Ragnar’s side only narrowly avoiding it.
It seemed that Tveir had gotten brave from Ein’s escape attempt and after toddling up to Ein on the pretense of checking if the eldest boy was ok he yipped and darted for the space between Ragnar’s legs. Thistle’s rephremand was loud and panicked and on instinct Ragnar spun around as the child slipped between him like a thief, dirt crumbling from where the Viking’s shoulders slammed and brushed against the ceiling, a low growl erupting from his throat as he reached out and grasped the boy’s scruff, his grip firm (but not hard enough to break skin or anything), another growl slipping betwixt his teeth, clenched with Tveir’s scruff as he turned back around and barred the mouth of the den with the length of his body, setting the boy down.
You shall not pass.