「 Skill Point ― Ranger 」

New scents were on the island and while Asgeir despised it, he was also... curious.

The growing boy found himself making his way towards the beach. While the dusk light painted the sky, he found himself climbing over the black and gold dunes with an ease that was accomplished with his newly grown body. He was almost as tall as his father now, but he was still gangly. Still room to grow. Room to become stronger and more powerful than even the moon and sun.

As he skidded down the dune, Asgeir set his sights on the stranger in the near distance. A small thing, looked like a rat. A scowl pulled at his maw. What did his father see in this thing that he needed to bring it back to the island? Ever grumpy, Asgeir made a snort of annoyance.

Oi. he called bluntly, beginning to march up to the she-wolf.