<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/14/Momoa.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Central cooking hearth<br/><strong>When:</strong>Late afternoon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lars laughed softly at the clumsy puppy’s antics. He held out a hand toward the puppy, allowing Runa to take a sniff at his hand willingly for the first time. It wasn’t his first time letting Runa close enough to take a good sniff of his hand or his boots. It was the first time that he went toward the puppy with the intent of touching her though. “It’s… endearing, seeing her all clumsy, as if she couldn’t get a good idea of how big her body is now.” Lars said and managed to touch Runa’s head for a brief moment before he was reminded that he had a task to do by the wolf: throw the bone.<br/><br/>Lars took the bone and threw it towards the hearth’s entrance, hoping that no one would  come in before the bone had landed, but Lars saw no one in the corridor joining all the hearths and this way, the puppy wouldn’t make such a mess. He took a bit of water to clean his hand of the meat and saliva residue from the bone and he moved closer to Naliya. He watched her silently as she went through the process of cooking one skewer and at the same time listened to what she was saying.<br/><br/>“I will remember, if it happens.” Lars said and nodded his head once. “And if you ever want company, just let me know. It’s better if you are not on your own, it’s safe this way. I saw a big cat’s paw print in the snow when we were outside… I would be worried if you went into the forest alone.” Lars admitted as he reached out for a skewer and repeat the process that she had done as he watched. The words had came out a lot more concerned than he meant to make them sound, but he wouldn’t take them back. He was slightly more tensed at the shoulder and was quite glad that his cheeks did not have a tendency to blush easily. Even if it was so, there was a touch of blush to his cheeks.<br/><br/>The puppy would not be so easily ignored though, and Lars felt the cold and wet nose of the puppy poke his forearm and try to worm its way between it and the thigh against which it was resting. “What’s the signal you use to have her… lay down or go play on her own? I wouldn’t want to put her hair on the meat.” Lars asked.<br/></div>