
“Why? is it because you like being the taller? I can kick you in the face with my boot. Must I show my dominance?” She eyed him from the corner of her eye, smirking the entire time.A smile formed on his lips as her mood appeared to have improved, and it soon turned into a smirk at her quip. But then she was beside him and — dammit this certainly was not natural.
“You shouldn’t be taller than me,” he pouted at her for a moment, before his eyes moved back down to her feet. Fenrir tipped forwards a bit, arms starting to come up with the intent to pick the elf up and see if she really just weighed less than a feather, but decided against that. For now, at least.
“Can you walk on water?” Because that was the next logical question, apparently. “When it’s not half frozen?”
“Yes, I know that.” Snapped she, as she snapped her hand as quickly as he turned to look at her under her snow ridden...
“You know these lands better than I, Tauriel.” He frown, eyes brushing over the landscape, giving her a side glance when...