Rune was bored. He was looking around and watching the playful animals. Watching their amusing antics and their natural ways of doing mischief. It was amusing to him. It was his fathers fault that he found things like pranks, mischief and even the occasional trickery amusing. He continues walking. He loved to cause trouble...but not if it harmed another. He was also not allowed to do a lot of mischief due to being in the human realm. Which to be honest...totally sucked. He groans as he remembers the times his parents fought. They couldn't help it...after all his mother was a Greek Goddess and his father was a Norse God. It was only natural they wouldn't get along MOST of the time. He snaps from his thoughts as two wolves walk past him. Seeming intent on getting to somewhere. His curiousity has him tailing the wolves. The sight that greets him about made him lose his eyeballs. The beauty was wearing a dress which accented her looks. He walks out. "Hi. My name is Rune. What is yours?" he asks softly.