Stuck In These Memories

Mercy's eyes narrowed slightly as she eyed the boy, hearing him again defend himself and said it was because she was part of the pack. She couldn't help but admit that he was pretty cute, it was obvious that he had been raised to have a high regard for all members of the pack. "That's not always how others see it, kid." She said softly, elongated tail swishing behind her slightly. Her and Esti had it out for each other, her and Einarr had gotten into a fight the moment that they met. She had seen tension between other members as well, something that Valentine had addressed at a meeting almost a year ago now. She didn't want to discourage the kid, it was obvious that he held all of Imperium in pretty high regards, but she didn't want to lead him along. "Not everyone things that they need to treat pack members well. There is tension at times, distrust, sometimes even fights. But don't all family have their dysfunctional members?" She wasn't trying to argue with him, her words were more level and spoken matter of factly. She eyed him as she asked him the question, her black lips pulling upwards in a small smile. She was for sure one of those dysfunctional members, it would seem that she got into fights more often than she got along with wolves. She tended to ignore pups too, but there was something different about this one. She liked him already, she felt like she was having a conversation with an adult -- more or less. There was still clues in his words that linked to his age, but it was a lot fewer than most. There was a sense of an old soul in him, the way he was so stoic and straight forward. He shot from the hip and told it how it was, something that she respected, even in a child. His logic was semi-sound, she was from Imperium, so he did know her in a way. He knew her smell from around the pack, knew that she could sort of be trusted. That was a choice that he had to made for himself though.

The woman's smile only grew when he inspected her scar, asking what a tiger was. Her body wiggled as her head rose from her paws, obvious excitement in her voice. "They are these huge cats, the same size as Valentine almost," She started, voice soft as her description started to build up. "They have claws double the length of yours, and four times as sharp. All of their teeth are pointy and sharp, and their bodies are orange and white with black stripes. Tigers are very sleek and sneaky, and very fast." Her purple eyes flashed at the sound of the danger of fighting him all over again. Her body quivered at the memory of the pain that had sliced through her as his front paws had dragged across her shoulders, slicing into her like she was nothing. The boy's excitement was growing as well, they seemed to be feeding off of each other. It wasn't long before another question came out, asking if she was a fighter. Her head nodded up and down, it was pretty evident by her scars that it was what she liked to do. "I'm a Legionary, yes. One of the fighting ranks." One of the high ranking ones, at that. There were only three wolves who had a higher rank than her, all were equal or lower. "And what about you? Do you want to be a fighter?" she asked, matching his question with her own. She didn't know exactly how old he was, but she didn't think he was old enough to hold his own rank just yet.

It moved on to the topic of names, and she chuckled at how eagerly he introduced himself. There was pride in his name, she could feel it. That is how she felt with her new name, no longer did the burden of the Destruction's seem to weigh down on her. "I'm Mercy, Mercy Guerrero."

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