Snippet #1370665

The leer was returned by the lynx, and Arvin gave a small snort. If he'd known the fight was with Severia, maybe he wouldn't have gotten there at all. There seemed to be a point of contention between her and his magic, though Arvin could hardly understand why. Of course, Arvin had been raised in the circle most of his life, with his nose buried in books and training his magic, worrying if he was to become a tranquil or tossed into the fade with the hopes that he could kill a demon. Not an ideal life, but the only one he'd known. And it's not like he asked for magic. Although he couldn't imagine life without it. How non-magic users went about their day was beyond him.

Nevertheless, the pleasure of a fellow elf's kindness was not lost upon him, and Arvin gave the lynx form's best attempt at a smile. Arvin was tempted to revert to his elven form, but it was just too damned comfortable to remain in fur, much warmer than the cloth robes he wore. At Blysse's words, he attempted a shrug, but only succeeded at looking goofy. Arvin didn't blame her for the trouble Severia gave him. When beneath the shelter of the tree, he did shake himself off, fur fluffing up at the movements. Short tail puffed up behind him and waving back and forth. Taking a step towards the elven ranger, Arvin bumped his snout against her leg, an appreciative gesture, even though she brought up the time that Severia's cursed hound tore into his trousers when he was lagging behind.

Arvin still swore that he would have been able to take the mutt if it had been a fair fight. If he would have been in bear form, he would have slapped the mabari silly. All of this was communicated to her through purrs and meowing. Arvin's lynx form was a bit larger than the average Ferelden lynx, and was past Blysse's thigh when sitting up. Grabbing his scruff was enough to passify the large cat, and Arvin rolled over without protest before he'd even known what had happened. And by that time she had gone racing off. Scrambling back to his paws, the lynx let out a small growl, bounding off after the elf in the rain, hoping to get to the cave before his fur got anymore wet than it was.