Luneshale Pass would never fail you

there is an unparalleled wisdom to her, despite her youth ( not that, mind dracarys was an elder by any stretch of the imagination ) that leaves him impressed. despite his wariness of how the two of them might actually fare against the three hearty boars; ignoring the nagging within him that tells him they should be wise and circle back when there was more of them to assist.

but, dracarys was not a man to abandon anything so quick. whether they were successful or not today, he would try. try to earn his place. try to complete his task in some capacity.

a soft twitch of his lips is given as his head turns to face her, grateful for her unexpected words in regards to not letting him be speared if she could help it. i appreciate that, drawls the sirenprince, her wink drawing a low, amused snort from him.

his expression sobers in the next moment as he refocuses upon the task at hand, muscles tensing, tensing as his body stills as if he were carved by the hands of michelangelo himself.

and then he moves; quick like a cobra. the coiled muscles unbunch, release with a spike of adrenaline, frostbound gaze locked upon his target: the boar to the far right, closest to dracarys.