Wapun Meadow blood axe

tvar moved steadily alongside ancelin. the mention of kvarsheim earned a faint flick of his ear, but he didn’t offer a response. he focused on the hunt ahead, though the occasional glance from ancelin didn’t go unnoticed.

when the other man spoke again, tvar turned his sharp blue eyes toward him, surprise flickering briefly across his face at the unexpected praise. he didn’t speak immediately, his gaze dropping thoughtfully to the snow ahead as he considered ancelin’s words.

leadership.

it wasn’t something he’d sought, not here, not now. but the idea wasn’t unappealing. it tugged at something within him—pride, maybe, or a lingering need to prove himself, to carve a new identity far from the shadows of his past. so he lifted his gaze back to ancelin and said: “i’d say it’s your call, rex,” he replied simply. "if it is something you see to trust me with, i'll always do my duty."