❝ vilkas is teaching the twins how to fight and he is losing, ❞ with a laugh, mug full of ale in hand she signals for halla to join her. they’d been at it for the past hour without much improvement. oh his pups had learned how to handle themselves quick, they were born for it and it comes as no surprise, the blood of the divines coursed their veins —— but they lacked a certain level of discipline necessary to follow orders. wood was no match for steel, even a child could discern that, but it could still hurt, as they were all too eager to demonstrate.
❝ looks like those pups are far more feral than he may have anticipated. should we help him ? ❞ her question is entirely rhetorical. lira has no intention of moving from her spot, leaning further into the door frame as the dragonborn’s whelps team up against their father. a beautiful sight truly. it is often said that children will be their parents salvation as well as their undoing , how satisfying it is to see such a statement proven true before her very eyes. — @dcvahrend