Stone Circle drift

The pair seemed nice enough, if a bit skeptical of him. That seemed like a naturally reaction to any lone wolf in winter - you could never be too careful. The woman asked him if he could fight and he gave a small shrug and murmured, If I must. Larus might've come from warrior-stock but he was much more passive, succumbing to his baser instincts only when something threatened his survival.

Mawk cut in then, introducing himself. Before Larus could respond, Mawk was raising a call for whoever was in charge. He bowed his head slightly at the sound, letting his ears slick back to protect them, but it wasn't long before there was silence. Larus answered when he could, My name is - but he couldn't finish, because a dark figure approached.

He assumed (rightly so) that this was the leader they were waiting for. She seemed young - maybe even from the same generation as Larus, but there was no way to be certain - and she was questioning of his presence. Although it might've been more polite to let Mawk respond for himself, Larus cut in; he finished what he was saying with a curt, My name is Larus Sveijarn.

The name still felt strange upon his tongue, as if it were a pseudonym or a secret identity he had assumed. In time he hoped to adapt to it, become whatever he was meant to be.