#note to self: ask welsh speaking roommate how the fuck you pronnounce cwn annwn

[hcavensarrow]

@krykofa asked:  Friend? FRIEND! Dormarch bounds with overenthusiastic abandon around the stranger, dropping a femur at his feet to throw. Nevermind the fact that he looked like a dog chopped in half (arguably a more disturbing sight to those who /did/ know of the Cwn Annwn), here was a new friend and he wanted to PLAY!

    Well, time to weigh the pros and cons. Cons: this thing was a bit terrifying, and he certainly didn’t know enough about the local creatures to know whether or not head running for the hills. The pros, however, were that it wasn’t actively trying to kill him, or go anywhere (as far as he could tell). Generally speaking, that was usually a good sign. 

    Cons, part two: he really didn’t know much about dogs.

    “Uh... G-Good doggy?” Gods help him. He picks up the bone, awkwardly waving it back and forth. “You want to play? Is that it?”