The teen obviously didn’t know his father. The man had questioned which one of his ‘idiot’ parents had decided that he didn’t need to start training on anything yet. Naturally, Rashim had been confused by the question at the time. He’d figured a few things out himself… and with… someone else. Tricks mostly, funny little things children could do for pranks. Shaking unbidden images away from his head, the blonde turned evergreen eyes back over and up into Honey blended ones. 

“Those with power may use it how they wish,” His father had taught him that. It was one of the main points of all of their lessons, and one reason the man insisted they learn all they could to boost their martial and magical abilities. He had taken to the practices with fervor, and was in second place on both. His eldest brother was the only one who bested him, and there was no doubt as to which position the elder blonde was in his adoptive fathers mind. He was the best at everything he did, the rest of them could only struggle to pull off a little here and there, managing to come in second in one or two pursuits. Rashim, was not good at the social parts of being in high society, or in general. His elder brother had said that he was too cold, too straight forward, did not take others desires or feelings into account when he spoke. That was probably true, his elder brother was usually right.

The door creaked open and a group of five smiling faces came rushing out, followed by two angry or sad ones. “You two are getting along so well,” the black wolf again, evergreen eyes shot to the direction of the man who had snuck up behind them and waited in silence for the door to open, much as Rashim should have. “Come on then, it seems there are a few openings.” The late teen wolf said with a shooing motion in the direction of the now open doors. 

Without another word, Rashim turned and headed inside. Anything else the other two had to say was now inconsequential. With any luck, he was done with them for the time being.