<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Hiti, Unna, Eira, Mikla<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I don't know where he is," Skrida said, already holding his hands up as if to ward off the woman striding toward him purposefully. His gesture was belied by the genuine smile on his lips. "I don't know why you always assume I'll know where he's gotten off to." Except he somewhat did. Son' Lahleli was observant, he wouldn't have put it past her to have noticed the way his eyes often followed her brother's form with subdued longing. Bloody observant wolves.<br/><br/>He was saved from further contemplation by the wolf himself. Nilteni skidded to a halt among them, already barking and wagging his tail like some sort of overgrown puppy. When the warrior was like this, it was hard to resist the urge to rub the other's ears and coo nonsense. However easy going Nilteni might have been, it was still probably a bad idea.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed, Skrida looking away from the scene of Son' Lahleli and Nilteni. He was fond of both of them, respected them for their prowess, but he couldn't help feeling a bit awkward at times around the two. It wasn't for thinking they were involved, cheap gossip by smirking betas, but because he couldn't help feeling that he was peeking at a bond too great for mere humans to understand. At the very least, their silent or one-sided conversations made one insatiably curious and it was bad to stick one's nose into the business of wolves when unasked for.<br/><br/>When he chanced a look back, he saw Son' Lahleli appeared to be leaving. "Hope you'll be at the fire tonight," he called so she might hear despite the distance she'd already covered. "Someone needs to keep this puppy in line." Already Nilteni was nudging at Mikla and him, nose cold as the snow on the ground.<br/><br/>He dropped to a crouch before Nilteni and beamed at the other. "I know<em>you'll</em>be at the party, probably half naked. As usual. How you manage that I will never understand." Nor did he particularly need to understand, so long as he could continue to appreciate it. "I appreciate how we work day after day, tirelessly crafting items for the village. But fetching clothes is what qualifies as 'actual work.'" Skrida stood and shook his head. "Come, let us do the terrifying woman's bidding."