The boy trotted after her, brightly listing his skills off one by one. The list was impressive - Torgar, it seemed, could do it all, his youth no obstacle. Solulfur's tail bannered cheerfully behind her. She had once been his age, and similarly convinced of her maturity, wisdom and grandiose capability. When she'd been little, she had grasped the arrogance of the very gods that had blessed her blood.
Life may have beaten some sense and experience into her since then, but she wasn't going to be the one to cut this young warrior's legs out from beneath him. The Sun-wolf turned the full force of her smile upon the boy, welcoming him and his dedicated spirit to their lands, their pack, their community. He had potential, Solulfur could see that with ease, and she was not the kind of cunning to let her arrogance pass up on such opportunity.
Mjög gott! Við finnum okkur ekki í mörgum slagsmálum, en andi stríðsmanns mun skapa þykja vænt um pakka. Og fyrsta hugrekki okkar, Tiberii, mun meta nýjan sparring félaga.
She lifted her chin, sounding off a few curt summoning barks to gather the Pillars to her. Then, she turned back to Torgar.
Talar þú eitthvað algengt? Flestir í pakkanum okkar tala aðeins það tungumál.
