Redtail Rise Chop your breakfast on a mirror

no. yes. shut up. many things crossed ancelin's face, but the last of these was resolution. if his shittybritched brother could walk out with no fear, surely he could. and he didn't even need to have poop on him.
a goodly part of the boy admired his brother for his filthiness. that's just how it was.
he crept out, tiny tail tucked, and raced to atreus' side.