Blackfeather Woods uiritsaktak

sounds good

The boy held a certain confidence that endear him to his uncle. Siarut kept his silence, only nodding to his young nephew, there was no doubt that Sos would grow strong. Stronger than himself. He could only wait for the day, the day when their family honor would rest on the next generation. Maybe one day he wouldn't have to be the strong one. Smiling softly at the boy before him.

The storm continued to rage above their heads. Taking a page from his more naturalist side, Siarut returned his gaze to the sky. The angry bolts of energy striking the earth, rumbling the world around the pale pair. The youngster's markings were starting to make an appearance, something he attributed to Kove. He stayed in comfortable silence with the boy, simply glad for the company.