A wide grin pulled at the male’s lips as the bone snapped and the girl landed effortlessly. “Excellent!” He exclaimed then stepped away to retrieve the knobbed end at the girl’s feet. “We are well met little sister.” He said calmly, then settled onto his belly to rub the broken edge against a stone, sharpening the jagged end into a fine smooth tip.
They may have only been half siblings, but Tyranis had fully accepted the Praetor way of life and culture. He could see just from the girl’s serious expression that she had never known anything but the demons of the mountains and felt an odd sense of pride as a result.
