Just one bite

His father clinked the blade a few more times, and the two wolves - alike in many ways - grinned together. His father called him Little Knight, and Kea sat up a little straighter, pride and delight in his eyes. He could be a knight some day. Someday soon, perhaps, if he worked at it.

He was interested to learn the history of the blades. That they had originated here, and that his father named it after their blood. Kea couldn’t help but grin at that. Carpathian steel like it was made for them.

“Is there… is there enough of it to go around, pappa?” He asked softly, knowing how deeply he wanted a sword of that steel. He knew his father wouldn’t let him have one now, and what if he missed out on the chance in the future?


"Speech"