Grouse Thicket no more innocence left to spill

Little surprised the pale man, and the fact that his brother had decided to próf a wolf of these lands provided no sense of shock or outrage. Actually, he was rather intrigued. By the outcome, by the wolf, the curious way in which he'd approached Solpallur all together.

With the grouse racing past him moments ago, Stjornuati slunk forth from the shadows while the male's attention remained on the sun eater, waiting for the moment the dark one surged forward like he was wont to do. Solpallur's próf always consisted of brawn and sudden attacks; always the compliment to his companion, Stjornuatji preferred tests of intelligence and wit.

What would the white wolf do when he found himself stuck between them?

Sol moved and Stjor moved opposite him, positioning himself behind Lio in a way that gave the wolf room only to turn and find the Nordic towering over him, liver colored eyes peering sternly at him.