afraid of their own life

*Torin* · (This post was last modified: 01-23-2021, 05:19 PM by Torin.)

Torin had been considering it, that was for sure. The thought tossed in his mind, a toy ship among the waves. Still, he would obey. He would listen to the rules, he would play by them. His shoulders were cold, and he wouldn't venture off yet. Not yet. They were in place for a reason, and it wasn't his place to challenge them yet. Though the hulking child is an outlier among his litter, he's not going to be cut from them yet. He will not stand away from his siblings.

When Ruaidhri comes up, Torin visibly cringes. The silence of his morning had been shattered, and his gaze is cold upon his brother's face. There's a tinge of annoyance hanging in the air, as if the creature appearing has become an interruption, a burden. There's something frustrating about the perfect child coming around, the one that never stumbles or trips. It sets Torin, with his brawler's build and oversized paws, on edge. His hackles don't go up, but he is measured.

"Why would I?" The words are short. His tone is clipped. There's something about the winterborn child that is... cold. Icy. His head turns away, the pale young man wandering on within the pack lands, daring his brother to follow.

TORiN
bet you'd be disappointed

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