Mind Your Manners

Katja listened without a word or a hint of judgement as Mithras outlined his idea for what these forums would be. In theory, it sounded much like the harvest festival Raisa had planned for Ebony before her disappearance, a plan that Katja herself had taken and modified not long after. It seemed much more focused on learning than competition however, so in practice in might prove far different. He had the same youthful earnestness Bass had, and she wondered if someone might take advantage of him in the way that Bass was easy to take advantage of. She herself had little interest in the twisty, intricate ways of manipulation, no, if she wanted something she'd much rather take it than manipulate someone into it. It was, she decided, a charming innocence that at turns amused and irritated her. Let him keep that. As for his forum... she was wary of having her wolves teach anything, as flattering as it was sure to be for them to be considered masters of their trades. After all, every pack, every rogue was a potential enemy at some point and it simply would not do for an enemy to know so much about your ways. But learn, ah that she would encourage. "In that case, it is certain you will see Yfir wolves at your forums," she told him firmly. "We have two youths now who are old enough to attend and learn, and perhaps when my own pups are of an age to travel so far, they shall travel with us to participate in this pup events. Competition from other packs will certainly do them good." She considered a moment, reflecting on the male's odd accent and new pack, and the news she herself planned to carry to other packs. "Tell me, Mithras, have you been long in Alacratia? I cannot place your accent."