I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Ysmir decided that he loved antlers. While he had little to no hope of taking a deer down on his own right now the bucks were in full display. He’d learned quickly what the rut was, and to his fortune he’d found a shed. Or maybe it had been broken off, it was still a little early for them to be dropping but the boy didn’t care, he just liked his prize. The puppy carried the antler in his jaws and made his way to the barn to chew. He was losing his puppy teeth and he liked the relief from the pain when he gnawed on bones. And antlers.

He looked quite proud of himself as he rounded the corner to one of his favorite places in Fireside. He wasn’t in the least bit surprised to find his sister Dagrún inside. Ever the quiet pup Ysmir padded over close beside her and settled himself down, ready to chew on his prize. He was curious about Dag’s own items in front of her and she didn’t look like she was going to be gnawing on her pieces. With a tilt of his head Ysmir questioned her silently.