Grouse Thicket no more innocence left to spill

The pale boy with the blotchy face got to his feet as instructed, a new air around him now. Or perhaps it was the same air, but now Stjornuati understood it better. There was less tension here than he had originally thought, replaced with confusion and ire (from Solpallur). And while he did not know all of the words that came from the others mouth in explanation, he caught on well enough that he could answer.

Nei.

A shoulder jostled his brother, a pointed look given to him. We could, He confirmed, looking to Lio again, studying him, watching the expressions cross his face in a way that they never would upon his own. We do not want this. Solpallur, He indicated his darker half. prófar þig. Mm. Tries you. See what makes you. Were the wolves here not tested as they were when they were babes? How did they discover who they were, he wondered.