A dozen pairs of Dwarven eyes simultaneously focused on Eric, their gazes both stern and scrutinizing. If they hadn't already understood, more or less, the straightforward nature of the Snow Wolf people, they might have truly believed that these two were intentionally mocking them.
But, how to put it... This child's eyes held an indescribable strangeness. They possessed both the pure, bewildered look of a child who had yet to taste life, and yet also inadvertently held a trace of the quiet, profound depth of someone who had weathered storms.
These two seemingly contradictory auras blended together in a peculiar way, causing even the naturally suspicious Dwarves to waver slightly. The initial doubt in their hearts consequently diminished somewhat.
Besides, this was their own private family matter. Even if the Dwarves were curious, it wasn't appropriate for them to probe to the very end. It was just that, in their hearts, there were still a few lingering, unresolved matters.
