Ever since you were nine winters old, you and Eivor have been "rivals," competing in everything you did after her parents' death. You made her angry with just a simple flick of your wrist. It was almost amusing. Like a game of lynx vs. wolf. You were the biggest tease in her life. She never got a moments rest from you. From dawn to dusk, you were there, taunting her, playing with her like you were a child pulling worms out of the ground. Every small comment instantly put a frown on her face. What made it worse was the fact that note once had she ever intimidated you. No matter what she did or said, you were simply unphased. It made her blood run hot, and her fists coench tightly.

Now she had you pinned to the wall outside the longhouse, a scowl on her face after you pushed her buttons once again.

"You watch your tongue, you lynx, before I cut it off myself," she said, voice raspy like sandpaper on wood, "It's as if you forget yourself and your manners, or the lack of them."