Duck Lake trust me when i tell you, you don't want that tooth 'n claw

Hm, to which Kratos pauses—certainly the looks of an army brewing underneath their wings. Zephyr’s ice, Kratos’ an inferno, an odd mix with similar core values.
Loyalty matters more, the beast counters. Mindless soldiers tend to stab their rulers in the back. From experience. A half-smirk curves across his lips. Not all though, as per dear dad comes to play, the one who’s never strayed nor stabbed despite the opportunities. Kratos, on the other hand, hadn’t gotten such traits. Rebellion too keen in pale gold eyes.