Feed Into The Mayhem

Her one good eye shifted when the call of her father brought her to attention. After the attack that she faced with Narcisse, the thought of even fighting at all did scare her. She was a rather meek and gentle individual, however, the thought of protecting herself should anything transpire while she was away did cross her mind. Her heart raced inside her chest as she closed her eyes in thought. The skill would be rather good to have, and she wasn't going to have her father around forever to protect her. She would have to fend for herself some way or the other.

With a heavy huff, she got up and walked over to where Acere resided. She sat down with the other wolves in thought, seeing a lot of older wolves, but a few yearlings that stood out among the crowd. One of them she knew, but they didn't necessarily talk much. After her capture, the yearling hadn't had any other form of conversation with any of the others, and that did need to change. Her tail curled around her frame as she looked at her father, giving him a small, assuring smile. She needed to prove herself, for deep down...Altair considered herself rather useless at the moment. The scars that surrounded her face would be a permanent reminder for the meantime, but she would bear with it and see what would happen. After the capture, she didn't want to feel useless again and would actually try and defend herself this time. With the training that was bound to be a little easier...at least she prayed it would be.