oath of silence

Ysmir didn't believe him, any wolf that allowed age to slow them down was just weak willed. His own family was chalk full of ancient relics that were still fully ranked as warriors. The boy’s sire was himself nearly twice this man’s age. Besides, the fight wasn’t about fun anyway, it was about upholding his own honor. It really felt like the man was trying to weasel his way out of the consequences of his words and Ysmir did not appreciate it one bit. He snorted his displeasure again, but as Iarlaith changed the subject Ysmir knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with the man.

The young viking was far from impressed as the man mentioned the massive wolves that had been creeping around with the long winter. He personally hadn’t seen them, and peered at Iar with a look of obvious disbelief. Unamused. Ysmir lived around giant wolves his whole life, Iar was probably just exaggerating to get his mind off the insult. His expression didn’t change, even as Iarlaith ascended the shield and proclaimed again the height of these beasts.

He’d gained a bit of his confidence after being confronted about being out here alone. His inner Finnvi truly showing itself as he placed his own dark paw on the ledge of the shield Iar had jumped to as he extended his long sharp claws before pressing his weight on the metal. Ysmir made an expression as if to say ‘so what’ where was Iarlaith going with all of this?