Blacktail Deer Plateau Not your son, Not your friend

Val's sooty ears swiveled uncertainly when Dante so easily offered his kill. Though intimidating, their Alpha was a kind man... as Lucius had been. Had Valtýr even known the opposite? Fate had been unkind, as had the lynx and the cold wood; yet it had been enough to do irreparable damage to the Sveijarn's psyche.

He eyed the bird hungrily and then bent to eat, if not hesitantly, when the alpha paused. A hungry boy was easily swayed when it came to food.

Val dug into the fowl's innards, smacking his lips eagerly. The leader became to talk, and Valtýr obliged in conversation now satiated by the presence of a good meal. "Lucius brought me here. I thought this was my home..." his voice trailed for a moment. "Pura says I need a guardian," he informed the silver man.