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WHO: Cougar Alvarez & The Hunting Party
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: December 12th
OPEN TO: All - jump in wherever it suits!
WARNINGS: Discussion of violence
STATUS: Open

In a way, the village is strangely like coming home even though it's not one that Cougar would ever have claimed. Maybe it's not that he's relieved to see the village, but just that he's relieved that the long hike back with a heavy, eight foot beast on his shoulders that reeks and makes him smell awful has been wearing on his last nerve, making his patience dwindle to the point that when the inn comes into sight, it's a good thing, otherwise Cougar might have killed the first thing they came across.

The beast is large and looming and he's inclined to believe Helen's theory that this is what killed the animals and Karen. The rest of what they've found is equally as confusing, but given the amount of people they seem to be attracting given their cargo and the smell, Cougar doubts they'll have any trouble rallying the troops to discuss it.

He hefts up the animal over his shoulder for the last few feet into the inn when the door is held open for him, heaving it off his shoulders so it collapses on the floor. Cougar digs out his hat from his back pocket, sliding it on his head, and glancing over his shoulder at the people who have come in. He tips his hat to them as he glances back at the creature, bending down to haul the arrow out of the thing's eye, because he'd carved this one himself. "It's dead," he offers in a rough deadpan, the sarcasm dryer than some of the winter days.

Sniffing himself, he grimaces and heads off to the corner with one last jut of his thumb towards the group. "They know more." And with that, he heads upstairs to try and get some of the awful smell off and to wrap up the bruise on his chest, just in case.

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Thorfinn nodded once the words were spoken. A soft easy smile crossing his features. "Welcome home." He spoke in response. "Please take care, good health is important." He worried over his friends, two weeks with the two he addored most gone had put him on edge worried they had died, that he would have to go and find their frozen bodies.

"I should check on Jo, but I will come back soon, yes?"

Cougar gives a nod of his head, though he glances across the room to Jo, then back to Thorfinn. He knows he shouldn't delay the man from checking on his friends, but he can't help the calm, sly way he raises the corners of his lips in a smile, tipping his hat upwards so that Thorfinn can see the full range of the expression on his face. "Do you want her to have missed you?" he asks, because Jake had definitely missed him, as his profanity-laden greeting had showed him. "Maybe she will even hug you, maybe something more?"

He hasn't teased Thorfinn about this for some time, but he can't help it now as he pokes and prods, his own survival helping to convince him that it's an acceptable choice.

And just like last time, Thorfinn's cheeks turned crimson. He was utterly shy about such things and though Cougar's teasing didn't bother him it did embarrass him a bit, not enough to ever be an irritation just enough to remember how fun a teasing friend could be. Sometimes these moments with Cougar made him miss Einar something terrible.

He rolled his eyes. "Stop it. It's nothing like that." He muttered rubbing at the back of his head the way he always does when he gets flustered. "I don't want anything of anyone, but I missed her, and I missed you. I am glad you are okay, Cougar." He tried to distract the other but he new with that grin it wasn't that big of a chance. Still, he had missed these moments.

Cougar just glances across the room pointedly at where Jo is sitting. Even though they spent the last few weeks together, he can't say that he knows her better than anyone else, but there's still a part of him that's determined to make sure that Thorfinn is happy and if Jo is the person to make that happen (or the other one, Kol?), then it'll be what he pushes for. "I'm glad I'm okay, too. Go tell Jo that," he says with a nod of his head towards her.

"Maybe with a hug or something more?" he suggests, like he's an innocent in all this.

Thorfinn reached up scratching behind his ear, the one that was missing a chunk. The blush stayed in place, which didn't help with his need to look people in the eye when he spoke to them.

"Stop that." He spoke but clearly amused, moments like these he realized just how much Cougar reminded him of Einar. He didn't feel so alone when he was around Cougar it was like having his brother back. Yet, Cougar was so much more than that. "Fine fine, I go now, you stop that." He couldn't even stop grinning. "You go and kiss your love." Turning to head back towards Jo.

Cougar can't help the way he smirks after Thorfinn as he sets him off towards Jo, glancing back over his shoulder. He resettles his hat on his head in order to head for Jake and give him the kind of kiss that invites him to come back to the house.

"You will tell me after," Cougar calls after him with a knowing look and the tip of his hat, but then he does as promised and leaves Thorfinn to his business.

Thorfinn hates how easily Cougar can make him blush with those statements... except he doesnt hate it. He's glad to have a friend like Cougar.