Dogwood Strath i know what i'm after

It was quite the change, going from so many months travelling on his own, to suddenly being part of the family unit, making their way through the land together. Not that he disliked it, it was grand to no longer go hungry, thanks to the adult hunting partners, and he appreciated the company. Kjell was a compelling character, full of stories and an easy charm, quite different from his more stoic brother; And Signy was such a kind and caring nature, but there was spunk in her too. Together they made quite the impressive couple, who had quickly made the young captain feel welcome, part of their continuing adventure. And then there was Ægir, the little dragon, so different from his unemotional cousin that they might be considered polar opposites. Yet there was no doubt, just looking at him it was clear what he was.

That aura was impossible to ignore, or tame. The little rascal was all over the place, and it would seem his parents might welcome the help of a pair of extra eyes. Still Kyrios did not want to impose, Kjell might have accepted him as a nephew, but he was a stranger to them all, and the boy most of all. Instead he took on the role of silent protector, leaving it up to Ægir when - Or if ever - he’d acknowledge this new family member. Meanwhile he kept an eye on the pup from a distance, whenever his parents were otherwise preoccupied. The kid was a master at sneaking off, and his adventurousness seemed to be generally encouraged, which was more than the captain could say for his own childhood. The world was the little wyrm’s oyster, and Kyrios would make damn sure it remained so!

So when Signy finished her lesson and send the little one off to his own devices, Kyrios rose for the spot in the shade where he had been resting, nodding briefly to the mother as he took over the charge. And then he trotted after Ægir, lazily, not trying to hide his presence, but leaving the boy room to explore at his whim - The older lad keeping watch for any danger. It was in this mindset that he moved a little closer at the appearance of the stranger, watching closely from the cover of the dogwood trees. At first he simply listened, eyes fixed on the pale woman, searching for any hint of threat. She was no older than himself and, apart from a smart mouth, seemed harmless enough. Ægir approached her with characteristic audacity, making his guardian smirk. Meanwhile the girl seemed to struggle with how to handle this impudent child, though she clearly had no more manners herself, so it should’ve been easy.

Finally, Kyrios decided to show himself, just to make it clear to this wench that Ægir was not on his own, and it would not be taken lightly if she attempted anything. “Oh he’s a cool dude,” he drawled, strolling up beside the pup with a lazy shrug of his shoulder; “Runs in th’ fam’ly. Didn’t hear ye’ introduce y’self - ‘m Kyrios, this ‘ere is Aegir.” His manner was nonchalant, as if he didn’t really care either way, the tip of his tail waving lazily. But the goldenrod eyes stayed locked on the stranger, clear as steel.

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