Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

rusalka watches as granite continues to gobble down his meal, working to keep his posture as un-intimidating as he could manage; relaxed and non-threatening despite the boy's trespassing and theft. and though part of rusalka knows he should let these transgressions be known, the papabear in him will not let him scold an obviously lost child.

on my own, the boy answers between bites and small growls.

hm, the cairn rumbles absently in consideration; collecting what he knows ( which is primarily what he can see ) and granite's words. with no reason not to believe the boy, rusalka takes his words at face value.

a little young to be roughin' it on your own. a simple statement, made factual with a pointed look at the meal the boy was demolishing. wanderin' into claimed pack lands and stealin' food, smoke tainted words are not accusing nor chiding; a simple statement of facts laid out like a map for granite.

and though it is not his place because rusalka may be the husband of the valkyrie queen he is no leader himself but finds himself offering all the same, if you need a place to stay, you're welcome to stay with us in hljóðrfell. you'd be safe and your belly will never again know the pains of hunger.

if granite accepted then rusalka'd call for @Solveig.