King Elk Forest heart the keeper

raedwulf turns a passing gaze unto the woman who appears just as he, body language drooping into a softness. he can smell the fear upon her, stricken by the great beast of these woodlands, and he would not have her thinking he too among it.

though his hackles lift, tail stiffening behind him as he turns his broad head toward the trees, ears pricked hard forward. this is no wolf. no bear either. an elk stag, fully-grown—perhaps beyond such—and bull-proud, raking his antlers to mark himself king of the nearby glen.

his lip curls faintly over the gap of his missing fang.

eolh. he chuffs to the woman. a rough-hewn voice thick upon his tongue. his time in forneskja, alongside the great chieftain @Solharr had let him garner an understanding of the northern tongue. though, he himself still could not speak it.

he takes a few steps closer and looks to her with blue eyes, gesturing for her to come out from the thickets. hit is siccu.