Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

We just chillin'. Continue to skip.

His mouth would form a thin line then, watching as the three of them descended into a physical squabble that Stjornuati held no stake in, other than that two of them were part of the clutch that held this land and followed he and his brother. With an irritable huff, he would lay ay the cliff's edge, front paws dangling over the precipice. Perhaps others would have run to stop their brawl, but Stjornuati allowed it to continue, allowed it to play out rather than letting whatever tension ran between them fester.

That did not mean, however, that the lot of them weren't hálfvitar.