Wax on, wax off
Of course the boy had a lot to learn. He couldn't know everything. He spent his whole life conflicted with his deep down feelings of wanting to kill things. He'd half scare his sister to death leaving dead animals in front of the den and not even to eat them, it was just to kill them. Levaithi was a bit of a special case, he psychologically couldn't feel bad for what he did. The disease spread rapidly through the males in his family, he was no stranger to the thought about his great grandfather being a tyranist leader. He came from royalty, and while didn't hold a royal rank now, it didn't stop the fact he was a very pure breed aside from his mothers side which he didn't know much about. Levi gave a simple nod to the man, defenses were easy, he watched other wolves fight plenty times. He made sure to watch Valentine carefully though, for all he knew the man could attack him unannounced. The boy wouldn't be surprised, being cautious was a first rule in survival if anything. He bent his knee's slightly, hackles raising as well as rolling his scruff forward to protect his vitals. His lips curled back as his ears came to settle easily against the back of his skull. The boys toes spread evenly into the snow, and his eyes narrowed at Valentine locking on him like a target. Tucking his chin in slightly, making sure his shoulders were rolled inwards and his tail level with his spine.
After setting his defenses he watched Valentine carefully. As if a wolf trying to wait for its prey to make a move. |