all ties have come undone

Tveir heard his father's call and he strode forward wondering at it. He knew there was discord lately and it bothered him, especially since his mom had stayed away and this new woman came and went. He didn't like it, and he found he was angry at all of them for changing his little life. He didn't care that they had a reason or anything of the like, what he cared about were the tears he saw on his mother's face, and the woman who tried to be kind and he did like her, but she was so uncomfortable around them and then his father just stood there acting like it was all okay when it wasn't nothing was okay and no one cared not his mother, not Nerian and no his father, and it was then the small seed of rebellion began to beat in the golden boys chest. He had always done what he was told to do, always listened and didn't argue and he was still so very young, but he found he was tired of it.

He stood in front of him and stared at him for a moment then dipped his tiny muzzle. "Þú kallaðir mig föður? Hvað er það sem þú þarft? Það er of snemmt fyrir lærdóm."