The morning has not started out the way Bjørn expected. Not at all. He is, by his own making, a solitary creature. He is more comfortable in living in silence with his thoughts then around others... or so he told himself. Last night had been an exception to his otherwise introverted life, the invitation he had extended to the huntress and cat was a fluke, a phenomenon not see in almost a century. Perhaps it had been the cold, maybe it addled his brain and eroded his carefully constructed walls. Whatever the reason, Bo had invited them to his home and, much to his surprise, he had actually enjoyed the company. It had felt nice, albeit awkward, to converse with another person. Raven and Mayuza had helped fill a void that the hunter had tried not to acknowledge and, with Pretty Lady purring on his feet, Bjørn had felt... happy. When he retired to bed, light from the joy he felt, a thought followed him into dreamland; maybe it isn't so bad to open his life to others.

Now, as he stands tense, readying to fight this unknown, almost completely naked stranger in his kitchen, Bo starts to slam the carefully constructed walls back into place. That is, until she turns. It feels as if someone punches him in the solar plexus as all the air is forced from his lungs. His head swims as he stares into those bright eyes with breathless awe. Bjørn. Those deep ocean poolss, capture the hunter, dragging him down into their depths and his head swims. They are the same ones had stared at him last night but from the face of the Siamese cat. Something inside the hunter melts as she says good morning to him and a grin ticks the corners of his lips up. The shock falls away along with his guard, the tension bleeding out of his form as she speaks. Her gently almost lyrical tones causing a blush to creep up the back of his neck to spread out across his cheeks. Sure, he had missed the fact she was a were but Bo couldn't be happier about it.

Raven appears next to him, the exact moment the silent huntress arrives escapes Bjørn but he reads the shock and tense in her frame. Hazel eyes finally break contact with those blue oceans, casting a glance to Raven before turning on his heel to make his way back upstairs. In his room, the hunter pulls open a drawer, selecting a pair of gray gym shorts and a well-worn t-shirt with a faded logo of the band Led Zeppelin. Bo had gotten it from a concert years ago and it is one of his favorites. Pushing the drawer closed, he swiftly returns to the kitchen, the aromas of breakfast making his stomach, once again, rumble. Walking over to Ren, he offers her the clothes, eyes diverting down to the shirt as he mumbles, "I thought you might want something more to wear." Looking up, hazel eyes meeting blue, he adds, "The hoodie looks better on you. You can keep it if you want." Flashing a small smile, he retreats to the large counter while pointing out the half bath off of the living room.

Moving toward the cabinets, Bjørn looks to the huntres, saying, "If you want to set the table, Raven, I will give you everything." With that he gathers four placemats, napkins, plates and silverware. He lays out 4 mismatched mugs in various sizes on the counter along with couple serving bowls and plates. It may not appear like a grand gesture but, to Bo, this is a huge step. He is not chasing out the huntresses and were, closing himself off to the possibility of their friendships. No, he is inviting them in, opening his home and heart to them.