Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

Gee, thanks. My dad never taught me manners. Real fortunate that you decided to share that wisdom with me. Might’ve saved my neck.

Sarcastic and sharp, the words snapped back to the older wolf.

Stormchaser blinked slowly, closing the short stretch of land between them until he could get a real look at the behemoth of a man. There wasn’t much that stood out except for his size. His eyes were sad, heavy with the weight of emotions that might have been caged too long in the beast’s soul. When he’d spoken, even the sullen sound of his voice suggested there was something wrong.

You come out here to sulk or something?

The boy eyed his companion with thinly veiled judgment.