Practice makes pefect

~~Altair~~ · 04-21-2020, 01:06 AM

Altair

OOC:: This takes place before the Winterfell and Abaven raid.

Cold continued to nip at the yearling's bare skin as she shivered slightly. Despite having these injuries for what seemed like a while, the young wolf wanted to do something with her time while cooped up in the ship. Sure, activities should be the last thing on her mind, but, boredom was starting to set in and the thought of doing something with her time felt great. A sense of usefulness always lingered on her mind. Due to being gone for months away from the pack, the fae wanted to be useful in some way; even if it was to better herself at some form of skill. Who knew what was bound to happen in the future, and the alabaster she-wolf wanted to be prepared for such events.

She got up from the flooring of the ship, her paws hitting against it as the boards creaked and moaned from the added weight. Altair watched her footing, not wanting to trip or possibly hurt herself further, making her way down and out of the large structure that was her home.

On her way out, her eye focused on Bellamy. She had heard about her from a few of her pack mates, wanting to converse with them but deciding to keep her distance for the meantime. Besides, she was sure they were busy with tasks and did not want to disturb them any further. Her paws crunched against the fresh snow, her face lingering on the woman as she tilted her head slightly in curiosity. Perhaps Bellamy could help her? Altair kept a small distance away from her, wanting to ask a question but waited until she acknowledged her presence. After what happened to her face...perhaps it was time to learn how to fight.

"Speech"

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