Willows
04-30-2020, 03:15 AM
Mal was pleased to find the wolf returning her friendliness, and she took a beat to flick her gaze over him. He was bigger than her — run of the mill for the small she-wolf — but not much older, and he practically shone with happiness in his tone. She huffed quietly at his remark, noting that the brute had probably hunting. Why he was away from his packlands, though, she couldn't guess. Even she'd been allowed to explore outside the pack bounds in her former pack, though she'd never strayed far.
Her head tilted, eyes following the swaying object around his neck, the green armor edged with intricate designs. "Well, I'd hate to be a deer and run into you," she huffed. "What's with that necklace?" It seemed out of place, but for all she knew it suited his attire perfectly well.
"And I'm sorry, but what the heck is a Steadfast Seeker?" she laughed. The sound was not unkind. Merely curious. She might've thought him to be a fighter of some sort, but his rank led her to believe that he might be some kind of navigator. Or tracker? It was beyond her.
Cairo's title was a mouthful. A curly name and a lofty role, to boot. But then, the girl was from the proverbial boonies, and perhaps his whole getup — the armor, the name — was the norm around here. Maybe it was her title that was lacking. "You're right. I'm Malalia. I'm training to be a warrior and healer for the Ashen Armada." Her own tail swished with pride. Student now, but soon to be one of their most formidable warriors, if all went well.
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