The deal he had with the Norse was a good one. Good enough he wasn't going to find the girl with the red coat and have his way with her, anyway. He may be stronger, but they had numbers. So Lukas kept to campers and deer, occasionally reminding the young one of what he was.
Tonight he'd come alone, unwilling to deal with Peter's whining and eager to let the aggression out. He'd mauled a few deer when he'd smelled Lucas hanging around, followed shortly by blood. He followed the trail on all fours and shifted up near the other being. He was glad it wasn't full moon, or he'd be stuck on his legs.
He raised his hand in greeting. He rather enjoyed Lucas' company. They got along well enough. "Evenin'"