Northstar Vale It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest

Noctaryn winced at the idea of scarring from tiny, teat goblins; he was grateful to have been born male if only for that reason alone. That thought was quickly replaced with another, one of his own litter some day—maybe, if luck was on his side. Though it seemed Chaudry’s goal was to take Noctaryn out before he could even have the chance to do so, whether Viskani would be the one to give him that or not.

Speaking of—Your son decided to challenge me to a…to a lutte, he called it. A grunt accompanied his steps as he drew closer, each paw fall jarring to his bruised skull. Gingerly, he settled onto the grass, carefully avoiding too much bending of his bad hip. It smarted, he winced, and he gave up the attempt at being upright, flopping onto his side, gazing up at Viskani with an embarrassed look.