Bugul rolls his shoulders as he looks to the Wyrdstone, his abundant, thick vine creaking roughly against each other as his horizontal pupils rest upon the Freehold's newest boon in an obvious sense of contemplation.
Then the Goatman begins his approach in his usual, meandering fashion, unhurried as he listens to those around him speak of the stone. Yamiyo's greeting and subsequent peace following the lighting of the Wyrdstone's life is noted and he even grants the devilish woman a nod, but aside from the smile, his features slowly turn vacant. Then his eyes return to the great phenomena that he approaches, his eyes carrying his distant stare as he finally stops within an arm's reach, his posture almost freezing as he looms beside the object of the Freehold's current interest. The smile fades as the Goatman's usual aloof nature resurfaces.
He listens to Coco and then Rhodes. However, it is not the concern of the Wasp that finally gets the Goatman's lips to part, but the explanation of the Dread King.
"I feel nothing," he offers, the words spoken with a certain roughness, as if he hasn't spoken in days, "Not yet."
Then the Beast extends his bandaged hand, his palm coming to rest lightly upon its surface. Then came a pulse of glamour from within Bugul himself, entering the Wyrdstone to willingly bind himself in its recognition alongside those who dwelt within the arms of the Seasons.
His hand remains upon the stone for a long moment before returning to its previous place, grasping the box. A pleased hum emanates from the Beast's throat.
The Woodwalker then shifts in his place, turning his attention to the small Queen of Summer, his gaze resting upon her for a long moment as his expressions settles somewhere between recognition and warmth. A slight smile returns as Bugul's arms extend, offering the box to the blue elf.
"A gift for your ascension," he says, "It has been well-cleaned. The Scepter passes, we look to your wisdom as the Sun fuels the Season. May the spirit of the one who bore this steel you against those who would threaten that which you are now charged to protect."
Should Circe make the decision to open the gift before her guests, she will find the sun-bleached skull of a domestic dog sitting amid newspaper used as packing paper. Appropriate to Bugul's claims, the skull does not smell of rot and there is no flesh to be seen.