The little things

Xeph looked to Riv as the young man spoke, explaining what he had been doing with his brother. So it would seem that the boy was not as strong as the rest. He had to work harder than everyone else just to keep up. To succeed and get ahead, he would have to work himself into the ground. Still, it gave Xephyris ideas. If the boy was willing to work hard, he could offer his help and guidance. It didn't matter to him if someone was born weaker, or had grown weaker due to circumstances beyond his control. If he had the will and determination to become something, then Xeph was a figure that could be depended upon.

He nodded to Riv. So, the young man's brother was determined, and also intelligent? Sometimes the power of the mind could go much further than the power of the body. "It's good for you both, keeping up with your training," he stated with clear approval, his voice a gravely rumble. He knew that it must be hard for them, since their mother's downfall. He'd never known his mother, but he'd had plenty of mentors growing up. Perhaps these boys did as well, but the fact that they were training alone signaled to him that they might be trying to do things on their own.

Now he would turn to Razor, nodding in acknowledgement to the boy. "Greetings Razor," he said, tipping his muzzle to the quieter of the two boys. He wouldn't spend too much time pressuring Razor, and instead turned back to Riv. "If you ever need help with your training," he began, then added, "Or if Razor does... I am glad to offer guidance. I know what it's like to work hard. I was one of the smaller wolves in my birth pack. My father said I had the build of a coward, but I worked hard to strengthen myself and become a warrior." He paused and took a breath, feeling like he'd spoken quite a bit. He was not typically a man of many words, so when he spoke more than just a phrase, he felt like it was too much. But he hoped these boys would take him up on his offer, if they ever had need of it.