The boy next door

Grimshaw couldn't help but size the other young male up just in case. What if they weren't actually from Ashen or they didn't believe him to be of the Armada? Of course by now he reeked of the packs scent, so he doubted that possibility but if was possible on the flip side, he couldn't rule it out completely just in case. He already knew they were of equal height and stature, but further staring scanning allowed him to see the muscle definition and strength he carried.

He hadn't really quit looking him over while he spoke, wondering if they'd agree to a spar. Grimshaw wanted to spar someone of equal size and strength that'd he'd never practiced with before. To experience the way others fought was more studying than attacking a dummy could do. He was partly zoned out when he was asked how he knew, his brain scrambling to pick up pieces of what was said and while still fixated on him, he blurted an answer before he had time to think. "Figure."

If a blush could be seen through his murky pelt, he'd be as red as a tomato. Grimshaw's eyes widened as he realized what he'd said and quickly began trying to somehow fix what he'd said. "I mean, I heard Ashen trains hard too." His voice was shaky now, eyes anywhere but on the young man despite a deep desire to look again. What the hell?