Iskra
It isn't often that Goose finds himself braver than another. Size is part of the struggle, but aura is the majority of it, innate with most species that need only throw him a look and he's granting them a wider berth. In a world of magic and fantastic things, a dog is much more ordinary than most, and Goose is not oblivious to his place in the world.
Frost foxes though, oh, those he enjoys chasing through the tundra, frozen risks be damned, So he absolutely lords his confidence over the young, wary, crackling fox. All of which is accomplished by taking a grand amount of time to sniff at Erebos' shoes and pantlegs, the curl of his tail flipping up over his back as Goose makes a real casual show of it, completely ignoring Orsino, or so he makes it seem.
"Goose," Iskra answers with a warm smile, ever happy to talk about his dear friend and biggest pain the ass. Speaking of which, he snaps pointedly at his side, but it earns only the faintest twitch of one ear from the husky. A sign that he heard, and then promptly chose to ignore. Two can play asshole, and with litlte more than a thought a little wisp of fire nips at the husky's front feet until he's forced to back up with a snort and a pounce. "Give the boy and his fox some space," Iskra hisses, the flame snapping back into place, but Goose sneezes and shakes his head at it, a high-pitched, complaint of a bark offered up as he lunges and nips at the side of the fire.
Leaving the dog be before he has a complete meltdown, Iskra's attention slips back to Erebos, which is no difficult task when he crowds his breath with all the questions he can. "I'm probably not nearly as skilled as you are," he confesses of his snowmen skills. "But, yes, I've built several over the years." The bright, eager attitude of the boy draws an easy shape of joy to Iskra's features. Reaching up to snag at taller, brittle branches as they wander, his axe at times employed to make the task faster, he gathers several sticks as well and deposits them in the sled he's dutifully pulling for all their supplies.
"That's right, and yes, I saw your run! Very impressive." There isn't even exaggeration to it, it had been quite the show. "Hmm, well I don't get bored, but I suppose some would find it dull. You have to be good at sitting with silence, and have a strong enough body to handle the vibrations that go up the axe all day,"
Frost foxes though, oh, those he enjoys chasing through the tundra, frozen risks be damned, So he absolutely lords his confidence over the young, wary, crackling fox. All of which is accomplished by taking a grand amount of time to sniff at Erebos' shoes and pantlegs, the curl of his tail flipping up over his back as Goose makes a real casual show of it, completely ignoring Orsino, or so he makes it seem.
"Goose," Iskra answers with a warm smile, ever happy to talk about his dear friend and biggest pain the ass. Speaking of which, he snaps pointedly at his side, but it earns only the faintest twitch of one ear from the husky. A sign that he heard, and then promptly chose to ignore. Two can play asshole, and with litlte more than a thought a little wisp of fire nips at the husky's front feet until he's forced to back up with a snort and a pounce. "Give the boy and his fox some space," Iskra hisses, the flame snapping back into place, but Goose sneezes and shakes his head at it, a high-pitched, complaint of a bark offered up as he lunges and nips at the side of the fire.
Leaving the dog be before he has a complete meltdown, Iskra's attention slips back to Erebos, which is no difficult task when he crowds his breath with all the questions he can. "I'm probably not nearly as skilled as you are," he confesses of his snowmen skills. "But, yes, I've built several over the years." The bright, eager attitude of the boy draws an easy shape of joy to Iskra's features. Reaching up to snag at taller, brittle branches as they wander, his axe at times employed to make the task faster, he gathers several sticks as well and deposits them in the sled he's dutifully pulling for all their supplies.
"That's right, and yes, I saw your run! Very impressive." There isn't even exaggeration to it, it had been quite the show. "Hmm, well I don't get bored, but I suppose some would find it dull. You have to be good at sitting with silence, and have a strong enough body to handle the vibrations that go up the axe all day,"
Singing under string lights, sipping 'til the sunrise
Living like we only got today
Swearing off the dark times, cursing at the moonlight
Yeah, we might be lost, but we'll find our way
Living like we only got today
Swearing off the dark times, cursing at the moonlight
Yeah, we might be lost, but we'll find our way
