<div style="text-align: justify;">“Don’t worry about it. It isn’t like you put it on my head.” Lars said remaining rather still as Naliya did what she had to do. He watched the white furry thing being removed from his hair and smoothed the strands that had remained stuck in the ermine’s paws. Tamen’s comment made the man smirk, amused. “Ask Lorna, I’m impressive when all covered in white fluff.” Lars replied to Tamen, with a joking tone. He was, of course, referring to his sudden appearance at the camp’s door during a snowy day. He had almost walked right past the camp, the fire’s smoke was all that was giving it away under the fresh layer of snow, and then almost gave the woman a heart attack when he had come in. <br/><br/>He had hoped to find Vanyel first, whom he had known from the Fox camp where they were both born. Lars had known Vanyel  because he was the Mammoth Hearth’s child from the Fox camp. It would have been good to be greeted by Ayshia too, though the girl appeared to be uneasy around him ever since he had been given her her first rites. He was still wondering if he had done things in a way that had been unpleasant to her. The way he remembered it, it had been a quite decent time and she had seemed to enjoy herself. He gave Ayshia the same smile he had given others, but just as he expected she smiled at him and quickly looked away.<br/><br/>Lars turned his head toward Mira when she spoke, and while he did not address her words in a vocal manner, it was clear that he was not bothered at all by the fact that she would tag along. He knew he was still a stranger for most of these people. Lars tended to keep to himself most of the time, working on his tools, but he was still testing the waters and getting a feel of the dynamics between the people of the camp. He didn’t want to stop on anyone’s toes. “The more, the merrier.” He finally stated simply, just in case Mira didn’t understand his body language.<br/></div>