I won’t be calling you dad

The sting of the fossa bite does not bother him. His mother or sister will easily patch it up before it becomes infected. That was the nice thing about having healers for the family. There was never a reason to worry about injuries. Though he can tell his adrenaline is seeping away. The excitement, the thrill, the who thing began to ebb as he looked from the dead fossa on the ground up to Vidarr. Akito sees the sparkle in the giant's eyes and he wonders if his eyes will do the same someday. It is different from Hattori's gaze, something that makes him wonder. Would he be more like that of Tojo-Kai or more of Heidinn? Koi warrior or Viking warrior? He hears Erik speaking of it at times and often chooses to ignore it. Akito cares not for such trivial things. But now, as he stands before his maybe-father, he wonders.

Pulled from that thought as Vidarr moves to the fossa, Akito looks at his kill. A trophy? This is not something Hattori had ever suggested before, but Akito kind of likes the idea. His paws move before he is fully decided on this. He leans down, almost moving mechanically, as he reaches in and rips a canine from the fossa's mouth. Blood and gum hang from the tooth as he holds it up in his jaws to show Vidarr before setting it down near his paw. "Why do you take trophies?" Akito asks in a straightforward manner, chin tilted upright to look Vidarr straight in the eye. He cared not for beating around the bush.