Duskfire Glacier bleak

A proud smirk adorned the former prince's lips as Kieran toppled over, a laugh escaping his lips and Haw pinned him down with ease. Easily avoiding the younger boy's legs, he leaned down until his muzzle was only an inch or a few away from Kier's muzzle. There, his smirk grew wider and his blue eyes gleamed with playful amusement. "How'd you like this?" he asked with a careless wink and a lick of his lip. He remained for a second, before carefully clambering off the smaller boy, a boyish grin still on his countenance.

Kieran bore a strange sort of charm, Hawthorn decided. It wasn't the charm and charisma that he himself had, but it was something just as unique and special, and it was that that drew the page towards the prince.