Until I Devour You

*Faite* · 10-19-2016, 08:32 AM

Faite stood back respectfully as he moved to the stream. A silence lingered, but she found that she didn't mind it so much. A small part of her mind nagged at her for asking a stranger to train her, but the more logical part of her didn't find it to be so bad. He seemed to be well trained and overall it didn't feel like a bad idea. Still, it was ultimately up to him so she stood back patiently until he'd had his fill.

He finally turned around and her own eyes shamelessly stared back at him as he looked her over. She didn't shy away from his gaze and it felt like he was squaring her up. She realized she didn't look overly impressive. She had a little muscle mass underneath her short fur, but she certainly wasn't as beefy as some of the other larger wolves in her pack. She couldn't read what he was thinking so she couldn't tell if he was impressed or not. She noticed the subtle flick of his ears going back and that's when her thoughts spiraled downwards. Maybe it had been a bad idea?

"I can't,"

She found herself nodding in understanding. Not that he'd stated his reasons, but she wasn't going to argue with him either. It'd merely been a suggestion and she wasn't upset with his answer. A part of her wanted to pry, but she kept her mouth shut and thought better of it. He sounded ... angry. That seemed to be the best way to put it, but it didn't quite feel like it was truly directed towards her.

"There's my Uncle, and then myself of course, but other than that, no." She explained, trying her best not to make it sound like a reason he should train her. "My pack seems to be filled with mostly healers." She paused, trying to figure out what to say. She felt at a loss for words which was strange for her. "I figured sparring with someone different, outside of family, was a good idea, but I apologize for putting you on the spot."

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