Northstar Vale are you scared to death to live?

his amusement doesn't fade, fixing alarian with an awfully fond look to meet his pout. the butterfly is determined to stick to his friend's nose and the whole image is so funny he wishes there were a way to transcribe it, that he might look at it again later (a concept he's often longed for as a historian, but, alas, wolves). 

"yeah, i mean, it isn't hurting anything," he said mischeviously, the unsaid except your dignity maybe underneath his playful gaze. "now you definitely don't have to worry about scaring anyone," delight adds, teasing, before resuming his walk and expecting alarian to follow, plus one.