
He loved these lands and most of the members in it, even Frigga, with her grumpy demeanor. He hadn't minded her too much, he could tell she was rather standoff-ish but deep down he knew there was more to her than that rough exterior. Maybe he'd meet her again one day and get to know her better. He liked doing that, meeting others and making friends. He also didn't mind helping others out, no matter what it was really. It wasn't poor manners or anything, it was just how he was. He liked to help.
He was finally nearing the place he intended to take a break and paused to look around as he caught the scent of someone in the air. They weren't in his line of sight yet, but he figured they soon would be.
Painted Moose