Iskandor, still a young pup but already holding that budding regal air about him, approached Spider with wide, bright eyes full of curiosity. His paws were still too big for his body, making his steps slightly awkward, though he tried to mimic the grace he admired in his elder sibling. He puffed out his little chest, trying to look important, as he stared at the pile of daggers by the water.
With a tilt of his head, he said, his voice higher-pitched but serious, "Violence? Is that... stabbing stuff? Father says it’s about protecting. You’ll teach us the right way, right?" He blinked up at Spider, a little hesitation in his eyes as if still unsure whether he was fully ready for whatever lesson was about to unfold. Still, the spark of excitement was undeniable. This boy, always questioning.
