good enough

“My family and I are… strained. I’m related to Artorias.” He said shortly, unable to think of a better way to word it. He didn’t inherit his mothers way with words. He glanced over at Erik, wondering if it would make the other think less of him, the chance that he wasn’t on the best footing with Erik’s alpha.

They made their way into position, and he’s given one last piece of advice. “Well… obviously” he pointed out, but it was said with light amusement, a hint of boyish enthusiasm, before they were both off. Heading into the midst of the sheep so they could startle them and cut one off. He was… enjoying himself.