Trouble, Trouble, Trouble. (Joining)
06-22-2013, 01:28 PM
![[Image: champion_wanderer_by_kidrylm_writer-d641iq6.png]](http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/124/8/7/champion_wanderer_by_kidrylm_writer-d641iq6.png) ... From the outstart, the meeting was smooth. The small stranger, who introduced herself as Claston, was a polite and easy talker - quite refreshing. Any wolf could turn themselves into a blood loving, snickering creature of shadows, but there was a select few who could learn and retain a sense of common courtesy. But though Champion was quick to see the value of a pack without inhibitions, she didn't quite share that smile that was pasted her way when Claston admitted to her troubles over the more light-hearted more rigidly moral packs. After all, Champion had come from one, and they'd bred out some of the best warriors she'd ever known. "There is honor even among thieves," she said quietly, not so much contradicting the other she-wolf as just commenting. "And there must be some level of trust and obedience otherwise the pack would be without stability." Champion listened as the fae went on, explaining a bit about herself and her training. It seemed that Champion's eyes had not told her wrong. This was indeed a fighter, practically since she was weaned. The big she-wolf perked up a bit - her ears scooping forward and her bushy tail cocking high as ever. Another she-wolf who'd been trained since infancy! And with all the descriptions of this girl's skills, well it seemed that Champion's curiosity had steered her in a most intriguing direction. "If anything you sound overqualified," Champion rumbled, pleasantly. And despite the fact that Claston had listed 'deception' among her artist's box of skills, Champion believed all that had been said. It fit somehow with the dignified, defiant creature that stood in her shadow. "My only question is, with all your abilities, do you find it difficult to take direction? There are lots of, shall we say, willful spirits, among the pack," Champion let a smirk play across her muzzle. She'd found it annoying at first, but she'd gotten into the swing of dealing with personalities that had no relation to her own. " and such things are welcome, so long as when it counts, they can respect the highest authority." Could she? |