Mount Everfall the black parade

He stood still, his body coiled with a quiet tension as Aitana’s words struck the air between them. Eyes narrowed, but his expression didn’t shift beyond a faint smirk curling at the edges of his lips. She barked like a cornered dog, full of fire and empty threats, and it amused him more than it angered him.

Counting on it, chica, he muttered low, his tone steady, almost mocking.

He didn’t move as she stormed away, her tail whipping in defiance, her steps full of exaggerated pride. His gaze followed her for a moment, sharp and calculating, before he shook his head slightly, letting the tension seep from his shoulders.

Qvasir turned away then, a quiet hum escaping his throat as he moved to continue his patrol. Aitana could spit and snarl all she wanted, but for now, she wasn’t worth his time—or his teeth.