Silver Creek Brother In Arms

Casmir knew Heston to be an intelligent man, and it occurred to the boy that he had no reason to pretend in front of his companion. they were not close, but perhaps that would come later. his ears cupped the words of the pale wolf, and he gave a grunt and a nod from time to time. he knew the restlessness -- it had led him from Donnelaith to the Maplewood. that -- and death. as usual, his mind shied away from it; he did not consider it, and nor did he allow himself another moment to grieve her.

a true chuckle broke from him at Heston's joke, and his eyes danced with the humour of it. for a moment, he was himself again, a silly and warm boy, and he arched a brow. "i am sure I can persuade her," Cas drawled in response, pretending to give Heston the once-over before he laughed again. "have you fought before?"