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Ysmir was blessed that most everyone was understanding about his silence, he could talk in subdued whispers but that was about all. His aunt didn’t mention his non verbal way of communication and she seemed to decipher him just as easily as one of his siblings might. Asvor even gave him a bright grin as he lowered himself into a more appropriate fighting stance. She praised him lightly, her own demeanor brightening as she challenged him. His defenses were solid, but how was he at offensive attacks? He had been training since he was very young, but he was still very much a novice.

The young boy gave her a quick nod of understanding as he debated his best move. He had a little experience in both hunting and fighting and the boy would have to use both. He really wanted to impress the older woman, his elder, in what he already knew. A deep growl left his throat, the first noise he’d made since she happened upon him. Ysmir took his moment to think and then he attacked. He remembered this move as something Skadi had shown him.

Ysmir wanted to look like he was aiming for Asvor’s right side, but at the very last moment he’d actually aim to sik his long fangs into the hollow of her left elbow.