Emberwood Light it up

Gunnar's eyes rolled at the boys display. And he sneered. Touched.

Then he turned away, he had known wolves like this. They acted larger than they were, usually because they had some sort of pain somewhere, deep inside. And sometimes they got over it, sometimes they didn't. But what Gunnar didn't have to do was sit and take it. A small smirk colored his eyes as the boy cowered, then he felt like a total ass, and turned away quickly. Furious at himself for even giving into the youth's clear immaturity. Perhaps that was the Lodbruk in him.

Gunnar snorted. Keep lying to yourself child.

Gunnar bent to the task of also scenting. Not that he didn't trust this coywolf beast, but well he didn't trust him. There was a shifty look to the youth. A youngling who had grown up hard and mean. It was a shame really. He hoped that boy could find a new lease on life someday.