Adrenaline was pumping steadily through his veins now. His paws greedily ate up the ground, nose twitching endlessly against the winter winds to track down his uncle. This was where it began. Asserting himself over Bojack was to be expected. Challenging Nicolo, however, would tip them all off to what his intentions were. @Attica already knew, and god he didn't want to let her down, but if he did the world would keep spinning and she would love him all the same. The rest, though, what would they think of him? @Renier knew full well what mutiny meant for an Archer, but would he expect him to fall behind Morganna or his own father?
Would this threat be tolerated, or was Sven gambling it all?
Regardless, he would not turn back now. Nicolo was there, swiftly fading into view, backdropped by the sheet of ice encapsulating one of their willow trees. Did he have any inkling what was coming?
"Uncle," Sven called out, his usual greeting for the aging man. He stopped a few paces back, tail waving restlessly behind him but not yet raised. He paused a moment, before asking thoughtfully, "do you know what today is?"
Did they even know his birthday, much less that today he was a full fledged adult?