Silver Creek Brother In Arms

Heston snorted as Casmir explained the situation that had lead to the loss of his ear. "Just like that?" He laughed. "Maybe she meant you as the prey, not as a hunter. You have meat enough on your bones to feed a single wolf, I think." He jokingly eyed the brute. He hissed through his teeth as Casmir called himself old. "Hell, how old are you, Casmir? 'Cause if you're old I must be ancient." Heston knew at least that Casmir was younger than he, though you'd never guess it from the male's demeanor.

The next question brought them back to fights and Heston, once more, lost his grin for a moment. "Just one." He said, trying to keep his voice jovial. "Just some stupid pack shit with the last group I tried to join." He tried to remain aloof, tried to be unaffected. Yet, a creeping tone of anger had crept in among the words, winding like ivy. "It wasn't a good time. I don't talk about it much." He thought it best to clearly say, lest Casmir ask more unknowingly.