[When the dust and woodchips clear, he sees as well as hears Silver. And... it's the elf boy. The one who followed him briefly on a hunt before he found his armor and axe. So knows his strength. And he laughs]
Nnnhahahaha. The boy is yours?
[He sneers this at Silver, raising Gorehowl back up from the ground, but onto his shoulders. It's clearly not a fighting stance, but his grin is wicked, filled with a promise of cruelty and violence.]
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Nnnhahahaha. The boy is yours?
[He sneers this at Silver, raising Gorehowl back up from the ground, but onto his shoulders. It's clearly not a fighting stance, but his grin is wicked, filled with a promise of cruelty and violence.]