'This place smells like wet dog...' complained Ohta, her voice echoing in Will's ear as they entered Vanarhall, escorted by a group of Vanargandr that barely came up to his chest.
'That's not very nice...' responded Will, meeting the gaze of the person seated in the most conspicuous location in the hall, a legless throne of bone and animal hides positioned at the end of the hall that would have been the ship's stern. At a glance, the figure, a shirtless male with long, almost white-blonde hair, large canine ears, a bushy tail, and matching fur on his hands, feet, and forelimbs, appeared to be no older than the other warriors present. However, his sharp crimson eyes, outlined by matching eyeliner, exuded intelligence and the characteristic calm of someone with considerable life experience.
