[Ivar's ears twitch towards Heahmund when he speaks. What's this? No petting? Just what kind of nonsense is this? Who doesn't love a dog? People with no souls and apparently Bishop Heahmund. Ivar shifts just a little bit closer until he's right next to the priest. He reaches out with a paw and taps him with it with a bit of impatience.
He demands attention in this form, which really isn't all that far off the mark for Ivar's usual human behavior. Now he's just adorable enough that most people just give into his demands. He taps Heahmund again, whining a little in the back of his throat. Give in, you stubborn man.]
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He demands attention in this form, which really isn't all that far off the mark for Ivar's usual human behavior. Now he's just adorable enough that most people just give into his demands. He taps Heahmund again, whining a little in the back of his throat. Give in, you stubborn man.]