Northstar Vale yellowbark

For Sylianos, it was curiosity first and instinct second.

He rose from where he was sprawled next to his twin the moment Tamar arrived. When she presented the fieldmouse, which tried to run despite being dazed and confused, the boy did not give chase. The urge to do so was strong in him, but stronger still was a desire for knowledge on a new subject.

Instead he was glued to the spot, quivering with the effort of not heeding his base nature, and watched closely to see what the mouse would do next. Would it continue in vain to look for an escape route? Would it fight back when cornered, was wolfkind was wont to do? Sylianos was dying to find out.