Faron
I lifted my lip at Fable as she shoved me but stepped back as Saemund approached. He curled his lip at the newcomer and sniffed her pelt apprehensively. As he stepped back he raised his tail, asserting his dominance. "Why were you on Mjollnir territory?" He asked, his voice low. I shivered slightly. Saemund was--not a force to be reckoned with. I met the stranger's eyes and shrugged. She seemed nice enough and she was older than me but didn't seem threatening. I could probably take her in a fight, at least stand my own. Saemund waited for her answer, his muscles tense and stared at her, his golden eyes shining.
