get good, kid

He shuffled a little awkwardly at that. There was heat to his cheeks, though he ducked his head to try and hide it. Likely that did little, with the way he towered over her. “I don’t really have a rank yet. My dad keeps talking about a challenge to try for one, but he hasn’t started it yet” he explained. He had only recently become a yearling, and he was itching for the change to prove himself.

“So, how's this trap work?” he asked to distract away from his rank, or lack thereof. He eyed the sticks curiously, wondering what she was planning on doing with them. When she accepted the rope from his companion, he watched as she tied it to top of the stick. He stepped back, and eyed it too. Alright, so what was it?


"Speech"