Broken Antler Fen meet me on the equinox

you try, beag-ridire, the man smiled, with a soft hum lacing his tone. the boy was endearing, yes. and although it was unfortunate that he may not be able to aid his athair on hunts, the boy could be his eyes ; his ears ; his nose.

iseldur saw his size as an attribute that the boy could use to his advantage, only wishing for his boy to grow into his abilities, rather than feeling he should grow into the wolves' paws. a breath, then, as he would gently nudge his arm against cathal's small body. and he would speak: but you are scout. no need for teeth ; use eyes.

encouraging. supportive. make haste, he looked at the sky, then. soon, darkness falls. water will be much colder at night, no good for drinking, nor bathing. and so he would hurry his pace, then, having the boy follow his lead, his pace.

feel free to fade with your next post! <3