Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]
01-21-2020, 02:29 PM
Pestilence approached after the first call, slipping in quietly with the crowd of wolves to listen to the tail end of Hari's introduction. Her mother was there, her siblings, her uncles, her aunt. As more wolves came she felt less and less confident in her abilities. She stayed silent through most of it, glancing around at the rest of the pack to read the expressions on their faces. Her gaze fell upon Gadreel and her lip curled. She remembered how he'd kicked both her and Venom's butts, and turned away from him dismissively to try to convince herself that the half-sibling didn't matter at all. When Uncle Hari asked what areas everyone wanted to focus on, she listened intently to the other pup's responses. They were normal, average, thoughtful returns. Defense, size differences, terrain. Pestilence didn't want to ask questions about the typical stuff, and as she remembered her and Venom's loss something crossed her mind that interested her. "I want to learn how to fight dirty. Nobody ever teaches that, but when it matters I want to be able to force a win." Her gaze moved side-long briefly to eye the other pups, and then back to her uncle respectfully. Her family members may look down on her for the comment, but Pestilence's future was something she would do anything in her power to achieve. If she wanted to be a warlord she couldn't be afraid to win whatever it took, to protect her pack. "And I want a mentor." She'd already told him who she wanted to be her teacher and hoped he remembered her asking the question. The selfish and driven girl wanted a strong tutor and all to herself, too. "Thinking" "You." |
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