The beginning after the end

Veigar really appreciated the lesson Áskell was willing to give him. Ever since he'd called him family he felt a growing pride stir inside his chest. He belonged here, and he wasn't going to let Áskell down by being a poor student. His eyes were wide with interest as he nodded along and tried to register what he was saying. He explained, as well as demonstrated, how he pinned his ears down. He mirrored his motions, noting that some came instinctually while others were less obvious. Maybe he could see himself doing some of these in the heat of the moment but if he was real mad he thought it might be easy to forget some things.

He rolled his forward as well and tucked his neck down, giving him another nod. "Makes sense," he agreed quietly. "How d'you know all this stuff, anyway? You've had a lot of training?" He interrupted for a moment, head cocking slightly as he loosened his posture. Áskell was young, older than him, but not quite an adult yet himself. "You're good, is what I mean," he added as an afterthought. He continued to mirror his friend's body language, his hackles raising with some effort and his chin tipping further down toward his chest.