Emberwood gunslung

Dagur did not speak.

He did not know if it was out of his own want to not to do so, or if he had missed a mark somewhere in his growth. Perhaps it was the lack of company he kept now.

His shoulders hunched some, subconsciously deferring to the bigger man in his physical display. He snorted a soft sound. Curious, but prepared to leap away if he was chased off.