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2023-03-25阿门罗 来源:百合文库
“I didn’t lose,” Thane said.
Freyja rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
“But that’s not the point,” Thunder said. “The point is, the Greymanes have ruled Stonebluffs for generations. Though your brother will be the one to inherit the Throne of Bones when I join the eternal hunt, you must still live your life as a representative of the Wolf Clan’s most powerful pack.”
“What your father means,” Freyja said, “is don’t show off by beating up defenseless hares. You wield the Hakonsbane, after all.” She gestured to the sword strapped to Thane’s back. “That blade is nearly as old as our family and demands more respect.”
Thane frowned. “But I wasn’t—!”
“Enough!” Freyja growled. “We’ve other matters to discuss.”
A familiar voice broke in behind them. “Sky’s doing well. She’s in the infirmary, should recover quickly.” Fang strode into the Great Hall, brushing past his younger brother. “I see the wayward son has been found.”
“Don’t start!” Thunder snapped. Beside him, Freyja’s claws dug deep into the arms of her obsidian throne.
“Well, he’s here now. He may as well listen in.” Fang turned to the door and waved a paw. “You may enter,” he said loudly.
The doors creaked opened once more, and Thane blinked in shock. A massive creature stood in the threshold, blocking all light from the hallway and casting a massive shadow across the stone floor of the Great Hall. It was a bear, grey-furred and dressed in a ragged, purple shawl. She held at the door a moment, glancing about the room, then approached the thrones, standing beside Fang.
Freyja rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
“But that’s not the point,” Thunder said. “The point is, the Greymanes have ruled Stonebluffs for generations. Though your brother will be the one to inherit the Throne of Bones when I join the eternal hunt, you must still live your life as a representative of the Wolf Clan’s most powerful pack.”
“What your father means,” Freyja said, “is don’t show off by beating up defenseless hares. You wield the Hakonsbane, after all.” She gestured to the sword strapped to Thane’s back. “That blade is nearly as old as our family and demands more respect.”
Thane frowned. “But I wasn’t—!”
“Enough!” Freyja growled. “We’ve other matters to discuss.”
A familiar voice broke in behind them. “Sky’s doing well. She’s in the infirmary, should recover quickly.” Fang strode into the Great Hall, brushing past his younger brother. “I see the wayward son has been found.”
“Don’t start!” Thunder snapped. Beside him, Freyja’s claws dug deep into the arms of her obsidian throne.
“Well, he’s here now. He may as well listen in.” Fang turned to the door and waved a paw. “You may enter,” he said loudly.
The doors creaked opened once more, and Thane blinked in shock. A massive creature stood in the threshold, blocking all light from the hallway and casting a massive shadow across the stone floor of the Great Hall. It was a bear, grey-furred and dressed in a ragged, purple shawl. She held at the door a moment, glancing about the room, then approached the thrones, standing beside Fang.
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