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the sound of footfalls commands rusalka's attention away from the horizon. the snap of his head in the stranger's direction is militaristic; keen and sharp. a soldier standing to sudden and abrupt attention.

golden gaze takes in her posturing, the hackles bristling at his nape smoothing as he takes it in. it would be foolish to think she is no threat, but there is nothing in her posture that screams ill intentions at him.

tension remains in his shoulders all the same though, put on high alert being in the throes of the season. this tension would not leave him for quite some time. months. if ever truly did. he would always be a father and husband and thus always responsible for their safety.

hello. greets rusalka, summoning his more diplomatic side in favor of the brutish side. what brings you this way? he inquires conversationally. they were not close enough to raventhorpe for him to truly press so he keeps it light; an open invitation for her to divulge if she wished but with no real pressure behind it.