S A M U E L
Sam was at first unaware of the footsteps behind him even with the crunch of snow, too wrapped up in the mysterious beauty of the creature in the woods. But he had had a lifetime of solitude that was continuously, unfortunately interrupted and heard Ronin when he was a few paces away.
He waited until Ronin spoke to acknowledge him, having hoped the man might walk by. But he was clearly an Outlander from the amazement at the Luxere and his unfamiliar accent; Sam supposed it was fair he would be entranced by their winter beasts.
"They..are beautiful, yes." He agreed in a soft voice, still trying to draw the attention of the animal, who snorted in his direction but didn't seem interested in moving. "And useful. For a lot of people...in the Long Night." Sam didn't think as to whether Ronin would be aware of the Long Night or not, the lore simply slipping through him without thought.
"If you can g-gain it's trust, it will let you stroke it." They were not unlike himself, he thought, shy at first but willing to be befriended. Not that Sam would let people stroke him unless they were very handsome.
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
