Swiftcurrent Creek put your dreams away for now

She encourages him to seek in his travels, and so he will. But the light atmosphere suddenly turns frightening when the male's tone changes - mocking the lass even as hackles rose along her back. A joke of the lad's death from the brute, a threat from the clouded woman - and though both seem aggressive, Dægmar ultimately feels he must take the side of the woman. It was the dark lad who initiated the spat, after all. Dæg's gaze flitted tensely between them as he shoved his way in front of Dawn, facing Donovan. He was not typically one to disrespect a lady - but he felt it was in her own best interest. He was in these lands, purposeless, having lost nearly everything, or let it slip away from his grasp. There is nothing to lose now, and he eyes the equally large male with a calculating gaze, tail raised over his back fiercely, and lips curling themselves into audible snarl.