Do you know where the wild things go?
07-27-2013, 03:38 PM
Alena listened to his story, nodding as he finished. It was hard for the assassin to feel sympathy for anything, but she had no problem being impressed by the healer for fighting off a bear on his own. She knew the beasts were formative opponents and would be a challenge for any wolf, much less a young, eight month old brute. It was very unfortunate that they lost their mother in such a way however. It was clear to her that it had been a hard time for the brute. "You and Tyberius are lucky to have survived that. I'm sure you had something to do with him surviving losing his leg, hm?" She gave him a small smile. "You seem very talented with your healing. Maybe you could show me a few pointers? I wouldn't want to get into this mess again." She chuckled, happy to turn his thoughts from that long day in his past for him. She knew how depressing it was to dwell for too long on the past, especially when its situations that are out of your control. She sighed, shifting on the ground a little bit to try and get more comfortable. She was getting restless just laying here waiting for her body to recover. She had never been one that waited very well and being weak like this was infuriating. It had been her own fault, really, so she had no room to complain, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it. Turning her attention back to Tiresias, she tried to distract herself by thinking of questions to ask him. "Have you thought about joining a pack?" she asked, simply wondering. She would invite him to Amenti, but she didn't know how his relationship with his brother was or if he would even want to live with the three-legged brute. "Speech." |