like a cuckold cow in a china shop [RAID MEETING]

His mother’s opinion of Ysmir’s half siblings easily rubbed off on him, and his father’s flaunting of the young bastards were hell on his own self esteem. He was raised knowing his place in the world, far superior to the rabble within Boreas. As he reached adulthood he realized where he stood with the rest of the family as well. Which made his failures all the more painful. The young man shook himself of the thoughts when he heard his mother call, like she could read his mind she gave him the opportunity to prove himself and release some pent up frustrations. Ysmir tried not to think about the potential for showing off his shortcomings,

Getting to his paws Ysmir hurried to his mother’s call, dark ears perked as dual toned eyes moved from sibling to sibling before resting on Valkyrie. His mother would forever be the most formidable of warriors, and he wouldn’t forget the blasphemous words Ashmedai had said during his puphood. No one could compare to the viking queen and he would not be convinced otherwise.

Ysmir came to a halt beside Fin, who at one point had been his interpreter. Now that he was older Ysmir needed much less help getting his thoughts across when he couldn’t say them vocally. As always he was quiet, perking up as his attention remained on his dam.