[. . . so, wow, okay, this was not what he expected!
What had he expected? Ah, a corpse, if you want to know the truth. Fenris, help me dispose of this, and of course he would have. The tips of his ears are flushed red (had he been running here? no, but certainly walking very quickly), his chest rising and falling sharply as his eyes dart from Astarion towards the wolf and back again.
Like, what!]
You realize my name does not mean I have some kind of bond with wolves.
[It's dry, though his voice is low and calm. No need to set the animal off, after all. He raises both his hands cautiously— and then, just as carefully, gets to his knees. Like, no, he has no idea what to do with a snarling wolf, but at least he knows how to submit to dogs, and the two are almost the same, right? He hopes.
Certainly it's enough for the creature to decide he isn't a potential threat. Though its eyes linger sharply on Fenris, it settles a little, wary and undecided.]
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What had he expected? Ah, a corpse, if you want to know the truth. Fenris, help me dispose of this, and of course he would have. The tips of his ears are flushed red (had he been running here? no, but certainly walking very quickly), his chest rising and falling sharply as his eyes dart from Astarion towards the wolf and back again.
Like, what!]
You realize my name does not mean I have some kind of bond with wolves.
[It's dry, though his voice is low and calm. No need to set the animal off, after all. He raises both his hands cautiously— and then, just as carefully, gets to his knees. Like, no, he has no idea what to do with a snarling wolf, but at least he knows how to submit to dogs, and the two are almost the same, right? He hopes.
Certainly it's enough for the creature to decide he isn't a potential threat. Though its eyes linger sharply on Fenris, it settles a little, wary and undecided.]
Astarion, why is there a wolf in your home?
[Eyes aside, it is a beautiful creature.]