Kildeer Rest otter boy

the woman insisted on approaching. ghelan stood stiffly, preparing himself to move in case she persists too much for his liking, and his eyes finally reach her. the softness of her gaze only boiled his blood further — you aren't my mother, don't try to be her.

but his anger only manifests as a tightening of his brows. she speaks lanzadoii now to him. clumsy, thick with the failure of her foreign, but it was still an effort to learn. ghelan. he gives a loose shrug. ..yea. i'm his son. he says, lacking any of the pride expected for a chieftain's son and instead spoken with disinterest. maybe shame.

the boy began to reach again for his catch before halting. has he talked to you about me? was she here to fetch him?