Leaf Litter [Ysmir]

After Gwynevere had been kind enough to heal his wounds on the way home from the tournament he’d felt the weight of the world return to his shoulders. He’d lost in the first round, disgraced. Thankfully he hadn’t seen anyone watching his match, he hadn’t really seen anyone from home except for his sister. His only consolation was that he didn’t think she did any better than he had. Ysmir was so ashamed of himself that he hadn’t even lingered at the festival, he just couldn’t even show his face. He was having trouble letting himself back into the social circle of the pack too. He was ashamed of himself, he should have done so much better, and yet here he was slinking around with Barenziah on his shoulder.

Neither could miss the form of Dagrún laying nearish the barn. This was where the two of them spent the most time together, it was fitting he found her now. He couldn’t help the way his ears pinned to his skull as he approached. He didn’t feel like he had the right to hold his head so high after his performance in front of Ashen. Ysmir tilted his head curiously as he approached his sister, the white raptor fluttered her feathers as she steadied herself on his back. Her gaze was sharp, but somehow similarly curious. However the gyrfalcon looked much more proud than her master.