Challenge Me!

Mercy was no mountain goat, but she sure wished she was at the moment. She couldn't even tell where the top of this stupid cliffs were, and the burn started up and down her legs. Damn this man wasn't one to give up, was he. Her purple gaze met his mismatched one as he turned to look at her, joking about her falling off the cliff. Ears pinned back slightly as she let out a very forced 'ha, ha', showing him just how funny she thought he was. But, she couldn't help but smile slightly, he was a good wolf and was only trying to help her. While also trying to kill her, of that she was pretty damn sure. If they didn't get to the top soon, her legs would give out and she would slide all the way back down. He told her to try again with the words that she was given, and she let out a sharp huff. Okay, she had this. It was nice too, to have a little bit of something else to focus on while they climbed this stupid rock. "H-hvordan har duh det..." she said, trying really hard to force out the very odd sounding words. They sounded a bit better to her, but she knew that she still didn't have them spot on. Oh well, closer was better, right?

At last they reached the top, and Mercy felt like the wind had been knocked from her chest at the view. If she thought she could see everything from down below, she was kidding herself. The land expanded beyond their vision, even the chilly mountains in the North could be seen from here. She was wowed into silence for awhile, greedily trying to take in everything around her. Okay, so maybe the climb was worth it. And then Hárekr began to bring the topic back to her last name, and she listened with perked ears, carefully sitting on her rump to give her legs a bit of a break. There were a lot of good options, and she replayed them all in her mind. "You should be an official name giver or something." She said with a soft laugh, trying to narrow it down to her favorites. Out of the ones that he listed in the first language, she agreed with him and liked Mercy Lilla the best. But the Spanish ones were harder, there was more than one that she liked there. But out of all the meanings, she liked the idea of having something to do with fighting as her last name. "I really like Mercy Guerrero, it almost sounds like a growl." He had really given her a lot to think about, and the girl looked over at him with admiration in her purple depths. "And really, thank you so much for all of this. Its... one of the nicest things that anyone has ever done for me. I really appreciate it Hárekr."

"Speech"
'thoughts'