All bravado and no common sense—this man was hardly anything but! With another bout of laughter, Svalla's eyes of ice gleam with mirth.
He's still green around the ears, teeming with false pride and eager eyes. With the slightest tilt of her head, she judges him. Large for a boy but too soft for a man. There's a liveliness to him; one a man in a world as harsh as this would've lost long ago. He is a boy who wishes to grew up far too quickly.
But, alas, she lets him keep his pride. Or, at least, she didn't wish to viciously wound it.
Her grin broadens, though it remains wolffish. She rises to stand and step closer, narrowed eyes cast in the direction the herd had fled.
He aims to stroke her pride. She allows it, though rebukes;
She moves past him with a taunt of her tail, her stance inviting.
Those are words a boy parading as a man would utter, cub.Her grin is sharp.
He's still green around the ears, teeming with false pride and eager eyes. With the slightest tilt of her head, she judges him. Large for a boy but too soft for a man. There's a liveliness to him; one a man in a world as harsh as this would've lost long ago. He is a boy who wishes to grew up far too quickly.
But, alas, she lets him keep his pride. Or, at least, she didn't wish to viciously wound it.
A good hunter doesn't go for the bull. It is brave, but it is stupid.She mused with a roll of her shoulders. She rather enjoys this cub! He is vivacious, if only a bit dense. He'd make a find hunter should he have the skill.
Her grin broadens, though it remains wolffish. She rises to stand and step closer, narrowed eyes cast in the direction the herd had fled.
You thunder too loud. Too arrogant. These are not actions of a man.Svalla chides with a tilted chin. She stares down at him, past the ridge in her muzzle.
He aims to stroke her pride. She allows it, though rebukes;
That is because I've mastered the hunt, cub. You say you are a man...
She moves past him with a taunt of her tail, her stance inviting.
Then prove it. We will hunt, or you will starve.