oath of silence

Ysmir couldn’t help it, he rolled his eyes when Iarlaith called himself an old man. He was in the prime of his life, his father Chaos and Grandfather Valentine were like twice the strangers age and neither of them balked at sparring with the yearling boy. The stranger went one, his brother was the fighter. Then he mentioned being a lazy lump and a strained yelp that maybe kind of sorta could have been considered a laugh. Ysmir was laughing because it was true. That didn’t mean he was letting the old man off so easily.

He wished so badly that he could say ‘imagine what would happen to a wolf if they got too lumpy and lazy. They would be able to defend themselves or their dirty words.’ Ysmir was sure if there was a look for that expression it’d be on his face. The boy almost growled as he lowered his head, ill appeased by the stranger’s words. He wanted a real fight!

Ysmir furrowed his brow, the only trouble he saw out here was the disrespect he and his bird were given. Maybe he was being harsh, but it was only because he was starting to like Iarlaith more than he should.