05-21-2020, 03:32 PM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Ah yes, his birthday.
He hadn't brought it up for whatever reason seeing as he didn't really think that he would get stuck within the Pitt but, it had come down to that and he had seen no point in celebrating. Normally, Trygve wasn't ever far from Aine or Gael seeing as he trusted them the most at the time though he had seen several other faces since he had gotten there. A soft snort leaving his maw and pushed away his bitter thoughts, the young jaguar was now five months old and soon enough he'd become the age of an apprentice. The thought was enough to make a faint smile form on his maw though it faltered when he realized that Aine had been walking away to the sound of a voice, his tufted ears would perk upwards and twitch in the slightest. Michael? What was he doing out here? He wasn't necessarily in the best condition either so his frown grew larger as he rose to his paws in a hasty matter wincing slightly at the feeling of fractured ribs. The other hadn't been looking well the last time he had seen him so he couldn't imagine why Michael would come here to begin with. His frown only worsened once he had seen that Aine was already there greeting his uncle who just happened to be covered in his usual jewelry.
Trygve brushed up against Aine only to narrow his pupils at the bobcat barely realizing that the other had pouch around his waist. His whiskers twitched briefly only to speak with his small frown still on his maw "Michael," His tail flicked to the sides for a moment and he took a step forward unsure of what to expect. Was he here to take him home? Trygve didn't want to go home just yet, he wanted to stay a little longer with Aine. He took a deep breath and took a few more steps forward with a slight scowl forming on his maw "You shouldn't be all the way out here in your condition... Especially out at the desert... Since y'know the heat and dark coats don't really mingle together all that well." He furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows at his uncle though his expression softened eventually brushing his head against the other's chest only to growl with both of his eyes closed "You're gonna get a heat stroke, idiot..."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
He hadn't brought it up for whatever reason seeing as he didn't really think that he would get stuck within the Pitt but, it had come down to that and he had seen no point in celebrating. Normally, Trygve wasn't ever far from Aine or Gael seeing as he trusted them the most at the time though he had seen several other faces since he had gotten there. A soft snort leaving his maw and pushed away his bitter thoughts, the young jaguar was now five months old and soon enough he'd become the age of an apprentice. The thought was enough to make a faint smile form on his maw though it faltered when he realized that Aine had been walking away to the sound of a voice, his tufted ears would perk upwards and twitch in the slightest. Michael? What was he doing out here? He wasn't necessarily in the best condition either so his frown grew larger as he rose to his paws in a hasty matter wincing slightly at the feeling of fractured ribs. The other hadn't been looking well the last time he had seen him so he couldn't imagine why Michael would come here to begin with. His frown only worsened once he had seen that Aine was already there greeting his uncle who just happened to be covered in his usual jewelry.
Trygve brushed up against Aine only to narrow his pupils at the bobcat barely realizing that the other had pouch around his waist. His whiskers twitched briefly only to speak with his small frown still on his maw "Michael," His tail flicked to the sides for a moment and he took a step forward unsure of what to expect. Was he here to take him home? Trygve didn't want to go home just yet, he wanted to stay a little longer with Aine. He took a deep breath and took a few more steps forward with a slight scowl forming on his maw "You shouldn't be all the way out here in your condition... Especially out at the desert... Since y'know the heat and dark coats don't really mingle together all that well." He furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows at his uncle though his expression softened eventually brushing his head against the other's chest only to growl with both of his eyes closed "You're gonna get a heat stroke, idiot..."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]