Each passing second made the young man more and more curious about the pup in front of him. A dark brow rose at Fenyang’s response. It seemed as though there were many things Aster was wrong about. Not only was she under a delusion of power, but this child confirmed she was getting a poor reading on her packmates as well. His ears pulled back and eyes narrowed at the thought. Aster would be needing more help than he had originally thought when he approached the packland borders.
I see…sneaky. He drawled, studying the pup closely. So, he wanted to be a thief, or a spy like his parents. But Aster wanted a fighter. Avtandil got to his feet and walked around the pup, sizing him up, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. It would be a shame to see the pup’s strength be wasted on just spying and thievery. There could be something more useful for him to do. Avtandil contemplated this for a while, bringing himself back to face the pup head on. As they currently were, the two would be very unevenly matched. The pup spoke of a desire to be sneaky. His own experiences in life brought Avtandil to a completely different conclusion than what most would have thought a warrior, or future warchief might come to.
Well, Fen, let us see what we can do with you. Follow me. He turned and began progress further into the packland. Prey needed a swift and subtle hand, but still enough power to land a solid blow. He would not go easy on a puppy, just because they were a puppy. Being torn apart by a traitor king had soured that cup of kindness years ago. I am Avtandil. He hesitated a moment. Avtan for short. If you must. In a field he halted, glancing around.Catch me something quick. Strength would come in time. The knowledge of how to be sneaky and creep up on enemies was something that could be learned at a young age. Rabbits and birds stayed close to the ground and took flight at the slightest of noise. Avtandil sat, and waited, watching to see how this pup would handle his own desire to be subtle.