Stone Circle wolf talon

Arrax felt a burst of pride swell within his chest at Eivor's greeting, revelling in the title drengr. He had yet to formally prove himself as such, but believed in his heart of hearts that it was his duty to become one. Yet his satisfaction quickly fizzled out as one of the stone brothers arrived. His greeting was polite and cheerful as ever, grating against the Cairn's contempt for the other boy.

His ears swivelled sideways, unwilling to look in the direction of Ujurak but delighted at Eivor's choice to stay, before a sudden flash of blonde fur darted in front of them. It took him a moment to even register what had happened, before he looked to the gifts and noticed now only two remained. A surprised growl escaped him as he whipped his head over his shoulder to see the quickly retreating form of the thieving girl.

Gifts though they were, surely she was old enough to not act like an impulsive whelp. Were these the sort of wolves who made up Kvarsheim?

Unimpressed, Arrax turned back to Eivor, the only wolf whom he currently held any real respect for. "The furs are appreciated," he responded for Ujurak, before adding quickly, "as is any training."

Not that he thought anyone but his own family deserved the offer.