Splotches of Chocolate

Cai smiled, nodding as she introduced herself in turn. It was a curious name, Banshee, but he cocked his head thoughtfully, as she asked what a Nerve did. As he knew, there was a law against too much information given about Valhalla’s workings, especially when in conversation with a wolf from another pack.

Decidedly keeping it vague, he said, “A Nerve is an apprentice Warrior. I’d like to reach one of our Beta ranks someday, but it’ll be a long while yet. Only the best get such ranks, and I have a lot to learn.”

He was honest, not trying to inflate his ego or impression. To do so would be to lie and give himself false pride, when he truly did have so much to learn before he was any sort of ready to be Sentinel. He hoped Caelia and he would be Valhalla’s next Betas, and he truly looked forward to the thought of working side by side with his sister to keep Valhalla safe, running smoothly, and well trained.

He turned the question back on Banshee as he bent to pick up the necklace, flipping it into the air like a lasso of metal links and ducking to catch it on his muzzle, tipping his head back with a shake to wriggle the thing onto his head and neck. It rode a little high, but it could be fixed later when he got home, surely.

“I take it a Combat Medic is a healer who is also a fighter?” His tone wasn’t a demand for information, and his smile said her answer was fully up to her as he padded forward, offering a walk to the girl as he investigated the island further.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think