Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

"You want to impress maman, yes?" He asked, looking to the smaller brother. "So do I. We're going to find her a gift."

He paused at the tree line, looking out and spotting two wolves. Inconvenient, but they could go around them.

He took the time to analyze the pair, eyes narrowed. One was familiar. One was new.

A traitor, a weak man.

"How about the pelt of a murderer?"