"We gathered. Name of Brigadier, soldier. I hope you're more useful for more than rolling around in filth."
Hal and Poins shared the same excited grin, the latter nodding his head in confirmation of the bird’s presumptions. Having almost forgotten his dishevelled appearance now that he’d been blessed with company, the Linoone used a paw to wipe away some of the grime off his face, revealing the surprisingly attractive young man he truly was.
“Yessir,” He smirked, raising a paw to salute the authoritative avian. “Camouflage ain’t it?” Oh, he was going to love Brigadier... A thief, a hothead and one to live life to its fullest, Poins could already distinguish the inevitable rift to form between them. Still, he wasn’t wholly irresponsible. So accustomed to looking out for Hal, Poins wasn’t as clueless and rash as he let on, instead proving quite the opposite of himself in times of stress. Tossing a glance to the canine, the ferret’s grin was unwavering.
"It's really nice to meet you, Mr Poins. My name is Oliver! I'm so happy that you have found Mr Hal again. Friends are really special. We were just trying to find some food. You should come with us! I-- I mean we will be happy to have you here!"
Harry smiled along at Oliver’s introduction, finding no end of delightful innocence in the pup. It was like he’d been transported back in time, having a conversation with one of his brothers as they tried to warn him of his wayward antics. His smile only widened at the thought. His family had never approved of the turns he’d taken in the world. Rejecting monarchy in favour of the kingdom’s streets, causing no end of mischief with his partner in crime, Mr. Poins, and indulging in the rowdy, passionate world of the poor; Hal was a disgrace to his parents. In a way, he was sad they hadn’t known him better. He presumed that with the final battle, everyone he’d known and loved had perished. Poins’ presence however, gave him hope.
Disguising his sorrow at the unearthed memories, Hal’s demeanour remained pleasant though his smile tended to falter. When introductions had passed, he needed to know what had happened. Some strange force had teleported him from the battlefield, robbing him of the knowledge to the fate of his beloved land. Perhaps Poins knew. Prepared for the worst, the Arcanine at least needed some peace of mind.
"Hello Poins, I'm Winter."
Poins smirked, attention stolen. Well, hello… Straightening himself up and wiping away the worst evidence of his badly planned camouflage, Poins mimicked the canine’s polite tilt of the head. Hal merely rolled his eyes.
“It’s a pleasure, Ma’am,” Roughish grin on his slender, boyish face, Poins green eyes lingered on the canine’s face before drifting back to the Growlithe, Oliver, as he spoke. No way he was going anywhere. After months of searching for anyone, he’d stumbled upon a whole group of survivors including his closest friend and colleague. Whilst the latter wasn’t technically correct, Hal constantly opposing Poins’ duty as his personal assistant, the Linoone accepted the title purely out of the reaction he could evoke in the canine. “I would be honoured,” He grinned, mimicking his companion’s regal tone to earn a light nudge from the canine he mocked.
“Shut up,” Hal chuckled, remembering how much he’d missed Poins’ humour. It had been a long time since he’d heard those jibes at his accent, his manner, his walk – and he was beginning to wonder how he could ever go without it.
“I gots some berries, though,” The Linoone continued, mischievous smirk died down as he gestured over his shoulder. “Been hiding out here for awhile now – built up a nice little stash. C’mon, I’m ‘appy to share,”