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With his silence questioned, he stopped and turned towards the other boy. If he went on letting Arrille think that he couldn’t speak, then that would be similar to lying. He could speak, there was nothing wrong with his vocal cords, he just didn’t like to. If he did say something, he might then be expected to talk regularly, which would never happen. Plus, he really wasn’t familiar with the other, so why talk to him? Making his decision, Hvitserk nodded, comfortable with the idea of withholding information; it wasn’t quite the same as a lie, after all. Close—very close—but still not the same.

Luckily, the wolf was catching on. He shared a few pieces of information about himself, including his plan to become a gona—well, he assumed as much anyways, because why else would be mention wanting to train for battle? That stood out to the young Viking, who then widened his stance and ducked his head down, a growl creeping up his throat. There was no animosity in his expression, only a playful glint in his eyes.