Stone Circle I see friends shaking hands

Maybe if he'd had the same amount of approval from a father when his legs could hardly stand and his head was soft, things would have turned out differently.

With a still tail and a twitching ear, his head turned to his right while he thought. It took a moment, and it seemed as if he was not getting anywhere. When his head turned back, it would not have been surprising if he spat out a no. Instead, he stared and expected a no from Fadir. "You, uh, got sparring?" Wouldn't kill him to ask. Even if it did, he was ready to of it regardless.