Trouble, Just Like My Mother

Blood. Madness. Einarr was silent, horrified. The boy was still just that, a boy. He might have been bold for the moment, but now... He was scared. The not so small child would step away. His mother had gotten truly angry once before... But not like this. She looked ready to attack either male, her gaze shining with anger. She looked so angry... Like a god ready to strike down a sinner. Einarr was in awe, caught where he stood, gaze fixed on her and if she would explode or implode. The wolves that remained hadn’t finished the show yet it seemed. He never even noticed his “father” slinking away.