origin ver. section 4(4)
“But you need not prove it by participating in those fights of yours.” Thunder clapped his son’s shoulder. “If you’d lost against a hare, that’s bad for us. It’s bad for the Greymanes. It makes me look weak. Makes Fang look weak.” He paused for a moment, in thought, eyes settling on Thane’s sword poking from the dummy nearby. “And yet… I suppose it doesn’t do you much good to serve as guardian of the Hakonsbane and only be able to use it against burlap and straw.”
Thane cocked an eyebrow. “What are you saying?”
Thunder leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Stop getting caught.”
Thane tried to mask his grin, but did a very poor job.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, son,” Thunder said. “Anyone asks, I came out here to scold you some more.”
“Of course,” Thane said, his grin falling into an exaggerated scowl.
Thunder nodded and turned, but something still wasn’t right. An unanswered question hanging in the air.
“Father.”
“Hm?” He stopped.
“This bear.”
Thunder looked back over his shoulder.
“Do you trust her?”
His father’s breath rolled over his shoulder like clouds haunting a mountaintop. Then, wordlessly, he left the training grounds, Iron Guard at his side. For Thane, it was as clear an answer as any.