The answer proved positive, and the young male’s still lips curled the slightest at the reassuring word spoken. He had never seen anything quite like this male. Of course it was obvious to all what kind of creature he was. But that proved to be the tricky part, for the young Lykoi had learned early in life that appearances could be deceitful. Who was he to assume another man’s nature when there were other methods to retrieve genuine information? The axe was a mighty weapon that few would be worthy of wielding, but the same went for the sword he had stolen from the Triarii, and he did not deserve to own such a thing at all.
The man’s size was justified when he rose, standing tall before the hybrid youth. His young body was still developing, but he suspected he’d never match the full-blooded wolf’s size. Not that it meant everything. The hybrid’s mother was a deadly creature despite her petite size, and he was certain that he would find his way. Crimson gaze did not flicker from the older man’s weapon, but the youth was on unfamiliar grounds here. He knew well how he must look to the other. A mere boy with a veil of slight admiration clouding the unique sunset shades of his eyes.
The sword was not with him and his hands were empty. ”I seek to join the warrior team..” he spoke, lifting his gaze to the lonely eye of the other. He was already a part of that rank tier, technically, but of what worth was an empty title when the individual holding it was as inexperienced as he? ”Can you help me?”
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