The stare off between the ebony male and the golden Ostrega reminded Sumayl of a western gun fight at dusk as both the sheriff and the outlaw paced their traces and dramatically spun to stare at each other as all the quietly horrified and fascinated townsfolk watched from their doorways wondering who would be the lucky one to draw first and win. It wasn't hard to imagine who was who in that little fantasy scenario and in reality, Sumayl didn't mind being the outlaw. It didn't necessarily make him a
villain it just meant he was willing to bend laws in the name of what he believed. Sumayl's lips mashed into a arduous line when Jace defended himself. Sumayl would have vocally disagreed with that defense because comparing Sumayl's skills by saying that Vienna and him ran with the best basically
had been brushing Sumayl's skills under the carpet as if they didn't matter. Gaze went to Vienna when she interjected explaining what she thought her
dense brother was trying to ask for. Sumayl thought that saying that he was a good hunter and tracker sort of explained it all. Did he actually have to state that he was a Hunter and Tracker when he'd already, basically said it? That was entirely redundant.
“And anyone can lie about their accomplishments, too,” Because how could Jace call them out on a bluff when he didn't know them at all? He couldn't. “The fact that I held the titles of Hunter and Tracker was pretty obvious but if you want me to be super specific then fine. I led and organized the hunts of my previous pack when I became old enough and I spent many days tracking the movements of the herds,” Sumayl felt that all of that had explained itself by his previous statements. “I also served as one of the Guardians. I protected the borders.” Just in case the word 'Guardian' wasn't specific enough. His annoyance was beginning to bubble to the surface at this point not truly caring if he was accepted or not. It wasn't like this was his only option, after all.
And if this, as he felt it might, didn't work out he'd apologize to Vienna for costing her, her recruit and move on with his life because that was what Sumayl did best: he moved on. He'd done it when his parents had been killed in the forest fire and nothing could compare to hardship that had created for him and his young siblings.
