Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

a warrior.  he liked to wrestle, and to patrol proudly, sometimes with the intention of seeking out others to fight, but the role? Cas squared his shoulders and shook his head. "my brother is better at that than me," he answered, though it chapped his ass to admit Constantine was more skilled at anything than himself. she was vague and close-mouthed, and although she hadn't surged to attack him -- for most assuredly she could -- the boy still did not trust her.

"why do you smell like milk?" he asked, though the answer vibrated faintly in some recess of his primal brain. because he and his siblings had long since been weaned, and there had not been another nursing female in the pack, the boy did not immediately recognize the scent of a nursing mother, and so he was confused. it detracted from tonravik's otherwise stalwart demeanour.