Stuck In These Memories

She eyed him with mild amusement in her gaze, her elongated tail flicking to rest at her side. Her head was still resting on her paws, blinking softly as a light rain began to fall. Gaze shot upwards as the light mist dusted her pale coat, making her fluff up her pale fur against the dampness. It was still pretty warm out, but she still didn't like the moisture gathering on her coat. She was about to suggest moving somewhere else, but the boy began to speak again, mentioning something about not liking his brother. It seemed like he really didn't like his brother, and Mercy chuckled. She was really close with her brother... in a very intimate way. She kept that to herself though, not a lot of wolves understood her type of closeness that she shared with Revenge. Lykos went on and on, and her tail tip twitched slightly in slight irritation. Mercy didn't dare to break up his train of thought though, he did have a point. When her and Einarr first met and he had pissed her off, they had dueled it out. They were a little bit closer because of it, so she slowly nodded her head up and down. "You have a point there, kid. But not everything is as simple as that, a lot of adults make things way more complicated than they need to be," she explained slowly, nibbling softly on her bottom lip. "Things are a lot easier when you're little, don't ever forget that. You whelps are always wanting to grow up so fast, but everything is a lot more... well more, when you're an adult." Mercy said, grinning to herself. Ah, to be young and innocent again.

When they moved onto the topic of the tiger, her excitement began to grow with him. It wasn't often that she had someone this interested in her scars, and she loved to brag about them. Her head raised off her legs and was held up with pride when he called her one of the best fighters, eagerly nodding along with him. "I'm pretty good, yeah. I should show you sometime," she said with a large, all tooth grin. Licking at her chops at the prospect of a fight, she needed to remind herself that he was still young, it would probably be a lot more of a teaching thing than an actual fight. He said that he wanted to be a fighter, and to fight tigers. Mercy's laugh was loud, bubbling up in her throat as she eyed the boy fondly. "We should wait awhile before we go taking on tigers. I was still learning myself, which is how I ended up with so many scars." It was also probably the reason why she was barren, the wound to her lower region did enough damage to prevent her from ever getting pregnant. She let out another chuckle as he tried to say her last name, head shaking back and forth in amusement. "Guerrero. It means warrior."

"Speech"
'thoughts'