[ If a lion's expression can ever be described as bemused, this is certainly it, as ears tip forwards. He stops too, as he stares back at the smaller man. One who bares some subtle familiarity to a dwarf he's known. But this was not Trumpkin; the Lion always recognizes his allies.
After a moment, he's snorting - sighing - to break the silence; he could have simply gone around the other, but that would be rude. ] Greetings, then.
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After a moment, he's snorting - sighing - to break the silence; he could have simply gone around the other, but that would be rude. ] Greetings, then.