Rion had a wide grin on his face as he strode past the huts of the Redwood Den.
Karhun, on the other hand, had a tired expression as the weight of the dead dark wolf pressed on his broad frame.
The other trainees who had yet to reach the age of fifteen stopped in their tracks and stared at the dead wolf with wide, awed eyes.
One of the girls with a dark ponytail ran over to Karhun and asked in a cheery tone, "Karhun, did you kill it?"
He ignored the weight pressing on him and gave a bright smile to the child before shaking his head and answering in a prideful tone, "Rion killed it."
The girl turned her head and looked at Rion, "He did?" She mumbled but didn't walk over to him.
Even if she wanted to, she couldn't; not everyone liked the child of an outsider, and her parents were among those who didn't like Lara, even though she was liked by most because of her warm and cheerful nature. There were always a few exceptions.
