Aug 24, 2023
“I finally met your father while you were gone.”
Stormfur skids to a stop, affronted. He fixes Hawkfrost with such an intense look that Hawkfrost can’t hold his gaze; he casts his glare off across the riverside.
“Yeah,” Stormfur says, his voice quivering. “He told me. He also told me that you broke an apprentice’s leg, and now his warrior career is up in the air.”
“Good. That’s one less enemy to face down in battle.”
“It’s dishonorable,” Stormfur spits.
Hawkfrost slides his glare back to Stormfur and asks, “So then what exactly do you call disappearing in the middle of the night and returning moons later?”
— the prodigal son returns (flesh and bone, c5)
