Healer, Healer, Fight For Me.

*Solveiga* · 06-27-2016, 09:28 AM

The crimson man was just as friendly as ever, greeting Solveiga cheerfully in a foreign tongue before quickly translating to words she knew. She wagged her tail as he asked about training, the eager gesture betraying the butterflies she actually felt. She wanted to learn, there was no question about that. She just hoped she wouldn't end up making a fool of herself. Then again, it was probably inevitable, wasn't it? "Yes, I think I'm ready," she answered as honestly as she could, taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies but her genuine smile remained. Maybe it wasn't something she would admit out loud, but she was glad to be doing anything as long as it was with Regulus. She really enjoyed his company, for reasons she couldn't understand. He was friendly, of course, and handsome to look at. But there was something more, something that reached a little deeper. Solveiga was awkward with most other wolves, and didn't do well with conversation. But with Regulus she felt, well, at home.

"Where do you think we should begin? the small woman asked, and this time a wary tone crept into her voice. She certainly hoped he wouldn't launch into anything too quickly. She had next to no experience fighting, and would have to pretty much start from square one. But she had faith in the alpha and his patient personality. Hopefully he wouldn't become frustrated with her ignorance. After all, she would try her best to please him and show him how willing she was to learn.

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