Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

Recluse pointedly ignored her smaller half-brother as he tried, and failed, to block her view. He was much too short for his petty attempt at annoying her to so much as ruffle her. That ardent ability to block out those she thought of as beneath her extended to her father as he appeared. Instead she kept her attention solely on her uncle, feeling Lilith sliding up the back of her neck to rest her head on the albino's skull, tired of holding herself out from the wolf. Then she slowly tuned out as her family responded to his question, smirking slightly as her idiot younger brother said he wanted to learn to fight bigger opponents.

Recluse didn't really get her attention pulled back until she heard her own name, turning her head to look for any wolves specifically looking at her, having missed the name of her opponent. "Did you hear who I'm up against?" She whispered. Lilith slithered closer to the girl's left ear. "Someone named Venom." The snake hissed softly into the girl's ear. Recluse nodded, gaze sweeping across her young cousins, unsure which one that was but recognizing the name as one of them. She shrugged it'd be evident soon enough. As the group began to disband to allow space for the first fight Recluse rose to her paws and approached her uncle.

"Uncle Harbringr," she bagan, giving him a respectful nod, "I neglected to mention earlier but I am also interested in a mentor." Despite her self-assuredness she wouldn't deny she didn't know as much about fighting as she might have initially thought. Her smaller brother managing to get lucky proved that much to her.

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