Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

God, when that toothy smirk crosses over their face something horribly inappropriate happens to him. Why did that kind of turn him on? Geez he’s horrible. He’s always liked the strong, battle hardened ones hasn’t he? And honestly, their words do not help his predicament. 

So he smirks along with her, but his expression quickly turns to awe as they  summon a bird that lands upon a furred shoulder. 

We are prepared for war, and we are prepared to win it. 

He chuckles, it’s a deep rolling sound that bubbles up from the base of his throat. He’s clearly very impressed by their little friend and their enthusiasm. “Well then welcome to the hunt, Beroya. You as well Burc’ya.” He adds quaintly to the bird. 

He stands then, smile never leaving his maw. “Shall I show you your new kingdom, your Highness.” He hums out with casual humor and a playful wink.