The Sentinels barren summits

he's so cute!

despite the ease in which is companion reclines, clearly at ease; kjalarr remains standing: though his posture is neutral. he does not feel threatened and despite the soft ache in his arthritic leg, he keeps pressure on it, fearing that if he doesn't the pain will only increase. the mention of merpeople — mermaids? kjalarr thinks — draws his ears forth and with that motion: a soft chuckle.

the northman is not immune to flattery, for better or worse.

perhaps, kjalarr allows with a soft, michevious glint to his singular cerulean gaze. i wouldn't rule it out. nevertheless, he knows he comes from a long line of wolves carved from the basalt and ice and salt from the north.