Ragnar’s tone was harsh and firm, scolding and Ein’s ears slicked back to his skull as his eyes adverted, not liking the rough tones his father was choosing to use with him. He had only wanted a taste of the outside world. Why was it such a bad thing? Ein watched Tveir approach him and for a moment the eldest thought that the other boy was genuinely concerned about him before he yipped and darted off to slip past Ragnar leaving Ein standing there with a twitching ear, his upper lip curled back ever so slightly in his irritation that his younger brother had used him. There was sweet justice served, however, when Ragnar caught Tveir and set him down and scolded him, too, though he didn’t use as many words, his tone just as hard and stern and unforgiving as it had been when he had scolded Ein. The child let out a hiccup of a sound that would someday become a laugh as he reveled in Tveir’s failure.
