Stuck In These Memories

She watched him as he took the rabbit back, picking up her right leg to swipe at the tears that had fallen down her black marked face. Even though she wasn't the most fond of pups, this boy was a bit passed the real puppy stage anyways. And there was something really calm and collected about him, he wasn't bouncing around like some idiot, he was just... there. Mercy had never really been thankful for companionship, but today she wasn't going to turn it down. He came over and settled in beside her, her head turning on her legs to look at him as his words ran through her mind. It was... his first prey and he wanted to share with her? Mercy had never been shown that kindness before, and found herself blinking rapidly. "But you don't even know me." she whispered softly, her purple gaze searching his stoic face. This young boy had no idea who she was, what she was capable of, and yet just because she was a pack mate, he offered her his very first prey. Why? And why couldn't she have that blind faith? It had been stripped from her so long ago, trust was not an easy thing to come by with her.

They returned to silence, and Mercy was about to shift her head away when the boy spoke again. She smiled softly, he was curious, that was for sure. But there was something so steady about his voice, even at his age. She had to admit that it made her slightly jealous, he sounded like he already had his life together. When asked about victories her smile grew, head rising as she pointed her nose towards the large, v shaped scar that claimed a large chunk of her shoulders. Other scars were littered about her pale body, but it was the one on her shoulders that was the most defined. "You could say that..." Mercy said with amusement, eyes flickering back to the boy before she pointed towards herself with her nose. "I've got quite a bit of evidence of it too. The one on my shoulders is from a fight with a tiger, and the others are... well I don't remember where most came from. I've been in a lot of fights." She had won most of them too, although she wasn't too proud as to admit that she had lost some too. It was all part of learning. Returning her head to her legs, she looked at him with a raised, black marked brow. "What's your name anyways, kid?"

"Speech"
'thoughts'