Sven walked forward with a hateful face as he looked at the man before him. Despite the hate he openly wore, he was able to contain himself from any extreme actions, something his son, Harek, seemed to be struggling to do. "Calm down, boy," Sven spoke harshly, and Harek looked up at him in annoyance but listened.
A lanky man with a wolf pelt around his shoulders turned and smiled. He could see the deep mocking in it and Sven fought the urge to spilt his skull there. "Sven." He walked over reaching out for a handshake and Sven looked at it with sharp eyes before grabbing it. Right now he had to play the ally. "I'm very glad you came." Turning to face the person next to him he laughed. "This must be your son. I must say he looks nothing like his brother."
"You fucking bastar..." Sven raised his hand to stop Harek and gave a cold smile.
