Northstar Vale uumak ☈

melkor watches as she collects her things, his brow furrowing at her apology. apology for what? he wants to ask. ❝you don't have to apologize to me,❞ melkor assures her; fighting off the small chuckle that he feels bubbling in his chest as she admits that she's never seen anyone so large. the last thing he wants to do is offend her, regardless of how amused it made him. she had truly been frightened of him ...perhaps still was. ❝i take after my mother,❞ a tundrian thru and thru. ❝my father was a coywolf.❞ while tall arturo had not been near as burly as lotte.

melkor shares this in the hopes of coaxing her fear down further. ❝i'm melkor. melkor ansbjørn.❞ he offers his name in soft introduction.