Deepwood Weald bite my tongue

he didn't look like your typical scout, especially not with that missing leg of his. but hey, astaroth wasn't one to judge, at least not now anyways. "i do, though only if you're offering" he returned with a toothy smirk of his own. he'd been through his brat phase and had thankfully had outgrown it, but traits still remained, namely his sarcasm and sass.

and so it was with an arch of his brow and twitch of his tail that he turned to glance from the shrubbery around them to the confident youth, a silent command for him to lead the way if he planned on being of any help.