They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Astra noticed their pursuer first: though she was magic, she was also a deer, and recognized a predator on her trail, no matter how domesticated said predator might be. The luxere gave an anxious bleat, and spun around, causing Loren to follow suit. However, whatever he’d been expecting—in the Underground, it could’ve been pretty much anything and everything not under the sun—a plain old black and tan shepherd dog was not it. The whine that came from the canine’s throat didn’t sound threatening at all.
Still, that didn’t stop Astra from pawing at the ground for a brief moment. However, when the dog came closer, she gave it a curious look, then shook her whole body and relaxed. Making a reassuring noise, she gently nudged the summoner forward, not that he needed much prodding. Kneeling, he gave the dog a gentle smile. A quick glance confirmed that this was a very good boy indeed. ”Well hello there. Aren’t you cute?” The Launceleyn’s voice was low and soothing; while the dog seemed friendly enough, it was still an unknown animal and it was always best to approach those with caution.
Tentatively, Loren held out his hand for the dog to sniff. Up close, he could see that, while the canine was well taken care of, there were traces of snow and water in his fur, which was presumably unpleasant. Then again this weather was pleasant for everyone. Even the multiple layers the Launceleyn was wearing felt inadequate, so perhaps even natural furs weren't up to the cold and wet of Deepfrost.
Still, that didn’t stop Astra from pawing at the ground for a brief moment. However, when the dog came closer, she gave it a curious look, then shook her whole body and relaxed. Making a reassuring noise, she gently nudged the summoner forward, not that he needed much prodding. Kneeling, he gave the dog a gentle smile. A quick glance confirmed that this was a very good boy indeed. ”Well hello there. Aren’t you cute?” The Launceleyn’s voice was low and soothing; while the dog seemed friendly enough, it was still an unknown animal and it was always best to approach those with caution.
Tentatively, Loren held out his hand for the dog to sniff. Up close, he could see that, while the canine was well taken care of, there were traces of snow and water in his fur, which was presumably unpleasant. Then again this weather was pleasant for everyone. Even the multiple layers the Launceleyn was wearing felt inadequate, so perhaps even natural furs weren't up to the cold and wet of Deepfrost.
LOREN
