Dreamland

She would nod to his words. She did get to fight, and with experienced Imperium warriors at that - an opportunity she appreciated. She did, however, wish that there had been more fights, so more of her packmates could have participated. Perhaps, too, it was due to Imperium; Imperium had been itching for a fight and pounced quicker than Abaven warriors could have blinked. "It's saddening how few showed up to fight - when I scouted their borders, there were a... lot more scents. Maybe half showed up." She shook her head. Some loyalty. If a pack had tried to siege Abaven, she'd be there on the frontlines, defending her home and all those in it.

His next words would startle a snort from her, followed quickly by a bark of laughter. Ha!. Well, maybe not fuck off, but fuck? Yeah, that happened. Lark didn't have to know that, though. No one did. Except maybe Starling. Because fear of pregnancy. And oh, the awkwardness that would be. Quickly, she banished those thoughts, and instead she grinned at him. "Me? Good? Nah, I wouldn't say that. Although, if I did tell someone to vaffunculo, I'd hopefully be a much better fighter than I was when I went against Evangeline," she laughed softly, eyes glittering. Yes, she certainly hoped she was a better fighter since then. Then, she just tried to flee. Now, she'd won a fight, albeit with some assistance. She did, though, tear someone's shoulder open pretty viciously... and their neck. She was pretty proud of those attacks still.

"speech"