<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Skrida.png)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Skrida<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Mikla, Nilteni, Astir, 'Nesii, Son Lahleli, & Astrid<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Near the Sacrifice House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Early Morning<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nilteni had settled down onto his haunches, allowing Skrida to lean in further without worrying about possibly sending the wolf tail over paws. It was quite warm next to the wolf, the Tikaan always seemed to run hotter than their sacrifices. Nilteni and his sister abided by that even more so, seemingly unfazed by the winter weather at all times. Not that Skrida minded much, since it gave him a very good reason to bury himself even further against the Tikaani warrior. A bright smile touched his lips as he felt Nilteni nose at him gently and he gave the other an acknowledging squeeze.<br/><br/>Son' Lahleli's voice, steeped with amusement, caused him to peer up briefly. The older woman was walking toward their small group, leading the small blond from earlier. He narrowed his eyes slightly at her words, not in irritation but with befuddlement. To be sure it was odd for any of the wolves to allow themselves to be hugged upon, but Nilteni had always been more easy going and the two of them were friends. Her words implied something that ran deeper. Skrida stored it away for later contemplation as she continued on, introducing them all to the now named Astrid.<br/><br/>It would seem childish to remain crouched by Nilteni's warmth, and so he pushed himself to his feet. His hands remained in Nilteni's fur, his thighs pressed to the wolf's side to soak in the other's warmth. He ignored the way that Astir and 'Nesii had begun to fight in the snow, though he kept half an eye on the way the snow was flying. Spirits of the mountains forbid that he get smacked by the hell substance because the betas were acting like children.<br/><br/>Even so, he made sure to catch Astrid's eye for a moment before smiling. "Mikla speaks true. I'm Skrida, the blacksmith here in Kayax. It will be a pleasure to have someone who understands the forge to assist." He paused to listen to 'Nesii's further teasing and then nodded solemnly. "Indeed, I would miss my nose most sorely, if it were to freeze off. I would not be half so handsome without it."<br/><br/>Skrida eyed the intensifying fight between Astir and 'Nesii with undisguised wariness. "Well, seems the plan has changed. Mikla, have a grand time following Eira's orders. I'm to go with Nilteni to the forge, as per my dear lady 'Nesii's orders. If you like, Astrid, you can come as well. I'll show you our workspace."