Cry Me A River

I too am honored to be the first pack mate you meet Imena and no no, there is no way you could change my mind. If anything, you've only confirmed my belief about Valhalla becoming my permanent home. Ears flattened slightly to the side of her head as she grinned at him. She was happy he would stay. Tail thumped against the ground, showing how pleased she was. Some thing ticked in the back of her mind whispering, Did he mean more in what he said? Don?t get to close, don?t get hurt again. She nuzzled into his side happily. She was content to say the least.You sound like you would make a great healer and den mother. My skills though, lie elsewhere, more towards combat and protecting rather than healer. A warrior is what I would like to ideally become here, though any position I can fill to be of assistance I will gladly take She froze for a moment. She had not excepted to here that, that he believed she would great healer and den mother. For someone who she just met, saying that was a shock to her. She blinked at him a few times, mind battling wither he meant it, to accept to compliment, or just shrug it off. He didn?t seem to be the kind to just say something and not mean it. Her muzzle opened as if to say something and then closed again. A warrior? He did seem the kind who could fill that rule proudly and excel in it. "It..means alot that you would think i will be a good healer and den mother, a lot. A warrior? Hmm i can see that. You have that...gallant air about you. A white knight, an angel sent to punish those he protects." She replied softly. Oh, if he was a warrior at heart, could he possibly help her? "Oh..um..Cormalin said i should work on my battle tactics. He said it was important since one of the healers was attacked recently. Could..you help me? She asked, a little unsure of herself and the question. Imena had never sparred or anything, so this would all be new to her.