Noctisardor Bypass into dust first

the affirmation that the halfbreed and his partner were not friends to legion only solidifies vex’s previously unwarranted dislike of anything that wasn’t wholly wild like him. like his dad, and mom and sisters. vex tries not to show over-eagerness as he gets a nod of approval, keeping some sloppy sort of running tally in his head; stifling the surge of pride and joy that he’s doing good — especially after the debacle where he’d complained about being kicked out of the den.

he nods a bit like a bobble head, though the word ‘trifled’ goes over his head. he assumes, roughly, that it means ‘don’t mess with us’ and lunges over the borders to the place where their scent, though faint and waning, was the thickest, lifts his leg and pees all over the bracken and dead leaves.

take that!

what do we do if they come back? vex asks then, suddenly, the idea having just occurred to him in the lapse of his brief and childish victory over the long-gone strangers.