The boy remained visually oblivious of the narrowed eye of the other as he focused on the sleek sword resting in the younger Anathema wolf’s hands. It meant nothing. All he required was assistance to heighten his level of knowledge in the tier he had requested to be put in when he had come of age. While the flawed Lykoi’s loyalty and commitment to this pack was limited, there were goals he wished to reach while he stayed here, and this was a suiting method to fake productiveness in the name of his pack. His motivation was one of greed, simplified without multiple layers to disguise his need to justify his actions.
The young member moved to stand where the older gestured, and turned to face the compact man. He did not feel as confident as he should, for the man and the size of his axe were naturally intimidating. Lack of experience shone through as he did not make a move as the warrior deliberately moved his axe. A small bow of his muzzle was all that was offered the other. Coming from Itachi, it was a strong confirmation of respect, but there was no reason for him to expect the other to realize this. Fingers curled firmly around the blade’s handle now, for his early impression of this man suggested that this would not be a smooth and delightful dance on rose petals.
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