Pren looked back as his name was mentioned, before he looked over to Brisen, nodding once more before surveying the large hut and the people milling around, staring at the strangers.
Brisen looked at him boldly, her eyes roamed over his broad chest and up to his face. "Come, this way." She walked towards the door, her hips swayed under a tight fitting hide skirt.
Pren followed along, paying barely no attention to her as he looked about with a grumble to himself. Pulling his bear mask up once again as he sent a final glare about the hall.
The young Derudh followed the woman, frowning slightly at her obvious attention to Pren but she was unsure of why it bothered her. Perhaps she was used to having him all to herself but no doubt he had known his share of women amongst the tribes he had lived with.
They follow the woman, Brisen, to the small hut. She stood to the side, her eyes lingered on Pren as the couple passed through the door. Inside there as a hearth fire, the smoke seeping up through the thatching. There were furs on the ground for bedding, in just one spot. "If you need anything," she said, gazing at Pren directly, "Come and get me."
Gwennol looked at the woman, her eyes narrowing but she remained quiet. Pren just nodded before he gestured to the door. "Leave," was all he said as he walked toward the furs.
Brisen hissed between her teeth, giving him a dark look before smiling, tossing her long dark hair, her shapely form clad in the snug clothing, "Have it you way, I hope the fire is enough for you, I doubt you get much warmth from..." She trailed off, looking pointedly at Gwennol's small frame and then left, knocking the hide door aside.
Pren grumbled something about the Algraig.
Gwennol watched the hide curtain swing closed, before turning to Pren, "That woman...do you know her?"
Pren headed over to the basic table, picking up a fur robe. "Hmm. Too small for me." He turns around, and hands it out to her. "It will be more comfortable." He looked over his shoulder to where Brisen went with a nod, "Somewhat."
Gwennol took the robe, holding it up to examine it. The fur and hide robe was decorated with deer teeth and falcon feathers, carved ox horn forming the links of the belt. "How?" she asked, finally looking up at him, her question slightly hesitant.
Pren said, "I have helped out the Algraig before. She was one of those I helped."
Gwennol folded the robe over her arm, "Alright...I won't pry." She turned away, looking around the small room of the hut.
"That is all that had happened," Pren nodded his head before he made himself more comfortable by pulling off his gloves and lounging back on the furs, keeping the sleeping kitten tucked into his own furs for now.
Gwennol met his gaze, "I believe you. She's just very...insistent. I suppose we should change before dinner. I hope they do not make a fuss, there were several faces that did not look happy at our arrival."
He replied, "I have no other clothing. You go ahead and change to that robe. I am not the most liked in Lhanuch.'
Pren reached a hand up to his furs, stroking the kitten's stomach with one of his large fingers.
Gwennol held the robe and smiled down at him playing with Dernwyn, "Did you want to feed him?" She went to get some of the shredded meat and handed him the pouch.
"Yes. Let's see if the little one has a big appetite," Pren took the pouch, smiling slightly at her as lifted the kitten out of the furs completely.
The lynx kitten stirred, his eyes still dark blue though they would change to gold in time. He squirmed and mewled in Pren's grasp, batting his paws at the draw strings of the pouch.
Pren chuckled deeply before he opened the pouch with one hand, grabbing some of the shredded meat in between his thumb and index finger before he offered it down for the kitten. "Eat. Otherwise you will not grow strong."
Gwennol smiled at them, moving aside to the main room to change her clothing, slipping the travel stained robes over her head. With the water left in the bucket she washed up, using soaproot to clean her hair. Dernwyn meowed loudly and growled, taking the meat from Pren's fingers, gnawing on it, making a rumbling purring sound as he did.
Pren kept feeding the kitten until he would take no more. At this point, he put him on the furs. "Let us see if you can fight as well." He then started to attack him with his fingers, toppling him over a few times.
Dernwyn watched his fingers, his rump wiggling back and forth, the stub tail flicking before he struck, biting with his tiny teeth down on the thick fingers. Gwennol came back into the room, smoothing her hands over the unfamiliar clothing. She looked down at herself, holding her hands out, "Does this make my hips look big?"
Pren chuckled as his finger has teeth chew on it, toppling him over with his over hand and attacking his underbelly with a few pokes. Looking up with a smile on his face, "No. It makes you look better."
Gwennol tugged at the sleeves and brushed her fingers against the feathers, "If you say so. It is very well made." She put the amulet over her head, the boar tusks and antler tine clattering against the bone and stone beads. She blushed slightly as he looked at her, "Thank you." Dernwyn took the opportunity to ambush Pren's fingers, grabbing them and he rolled onto his back, his hind feet kicking at his palm.
Pren chuckled his deep laugh as his hand was attacked, grabbing onto the kitten's scruff with his spare hand and lifting him upwards. "You still have much to learn. Teeth are a good way of fighting, too."
Dernwyn curled his legs up, going limp as he was held by the scruff and Gwennol smiled, "He's just a baby, he will learn."
"Well his father says that he should learn sooner rather than later," Pren grins slightly with a nod, turning around the kitten to look at Gwennol.
Gwennol dropped to her knees, scooping up Dernwyn up and kissed his soft fur, "Well, his mother says he's still young enough for cuddles."
Pren leaned into the kitten, mumbling but still loud enough for Gwennol to hear. "You are lucky your mother here loves you. Otherwise I train you right now to become the best warrior in Dunland."
Gwennol smiled warmly at him, "I would not stop your training but there is time for it." She leaned over suddenly and kissed Pren's cheek, the hair of his beard tickling her nose. "You make a good father, even to your kitten son."
Pren chuckled before he gently wraps an arm around her neck and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. "And you make a good mother."
Gwennol blushed, leaning towards him as she played with Dernwyn's paws and she looked at him, "I hope so. I..." She glanced at the kitten and tilted her head, "After we're married of course."
Pren said, "After we are married. It will not be a kitten. Something that is louder."
Gwennol huffs a laugh, "And bigger..." She looked over him, "Much bigger, and needier. We must be settled, I don't think I could wander long with a big belly."
"I shall carry you if I must. But settled..."Pren seemed to think for a while as he looked down to the kitten.
Gwennol put her hand on his thigh, "You have to think of the birth. I am capable of helping a woman give birth, I know what to do when she or the baby is in trouble, I could talk you through it but it would be safer if I was somewhere with help."
Gwennol suddenly laughed at herself, "But that is not now, we still must be wed."
"I can threaten it until it comes out," Pren chuckled deeply at the idea.
Gwennol looked at him, "That might have the opposite effect and he won't want to come out."
Pren cocked his head, the wolf's tooth gleaming in the firelight against his dark hair, "Hmm. True. I will find us a place to live in when we need it."
Gwennol leaned on his arm, "I shouldn't worry so much about something that is in the future. We have to face the people of this village tonight."
Just then, the sound of someone on the other side of the hide door could be heard, "Derudh? You are needed, we have a sick man."
