Stone Circle And our Scars Remind Us II

Skáld smiled faintly as Arric explained the marking that curved around his eye. He tilted his head and craned to hear each word as he began to speak about terms between the two packs- but frankly, Swift’s body language distracted him. 

If he rebuked the boy, he knew he would end up humiliated in one way or another. At the same time, there was a chance that Swift was looking at that ring like it was a target and if he didn’t say something, then the man promising to help them was going to get punched right in the eye!

”Swiftlet!” He barked in surprise as the boy moved suddenly- but to his relief, the youngster simply snapped up the weasel and dashed off with it. Any authority he might have had faded with every step the boy took as he withdrew. In resignation, Skáld uttered a heavy sigh. 

”Apologies for, ehm, Swift,” He said, wincing. ”Is not…Good manners, and…At ‘that’ age,” He enunciated with a shrug. The boy’s laughter followed him. ”I am not knowing what to do with him,” He admitted. Swift wasn’t his son, but he was still a ward of the pack. 

”But what of…You say, our packs,” He said, hoping a change of topic might distract Arric from the rude child’s actions. ”I am in agree, past is past. Now and future…Hard enough, with children like this; so we be good to one another, yah? Make terms better.”