Soren was, in short, grumpy. The Mauler had been overworking himself lately, and… well, he wouldn’t give himself a break, for… whatever reason - Soren is Soren, is everyone’s best guess. Even Alsa, his sister by association, was worried. No one knew what to do - he was either completely silent for days on end, or he was lashing out at other clan members.

Being a close friend of Soren’s, you were… concerned, to say the least. So, you’ve decided to confront him. There he was, training like there was no tomorrow. Carefully, cautious not to startle him (quite like one would a wild animal), you approach him.

Soren doesn’t even have to turn around, to know that it’s you - he never does. It wouldn’t be surprising if the Mauler had memorized the footsteps of every single clan-member, really.

“…I’m busy.”

He spoke, his voice firm and leaving no room for input. So, he wants to be stubborn? Well, then, you’ll just have to out-stubborn him.