Willows
04-30-2020, 11:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2020, 11:08 AM by Malalia.)
His little smirk didn't go unnoticed, but for the most part, Mal was swept up in his description. A woman around the same height as she was, a fierce warrior, and an Alpha, too? The Warlord had told her that anyone could be a master at fighting, but... some small part of her didn't believe it, not with her whole heart, until the stranger informed her of this warrior-leader of his that so often and easily bested him. Malalia wasn't sure if she ever wanted to be an Alpha. But it was heartening to know that she could reach that level of mastery, if she wanted. If the girl brightened anymore that day she'd probably collapse into a tiny sun.
Her ears twitched and she huffed quietly upon hearing about his more or less compulsory wanderings. It's something that never would've happened in her old pack, and in the Armada they had the freedom to move around. Though, she supposed some information could be garnered from getting outside of one's territory.
Learning a bit more about the volcano, for one. And a bit more about Valhalla, and the Adravendi family as well, however vague the details were. She did gather that his pack was mostly family, as he'd stated. Her paws prickled slightly at the mention of this, but she ignored the sensation, and turned her attention to something more interesting. "Wait, you mean to tell me he waited until he died to tell her he loved her?" Her brows furrowed, incredulous at the tale. "That sucks, no offense," she deadpanned. Was that supposed to be a love story? She hoped that if some male was dumb enough to hide his feelings for her, she wouldn't give him the time of day. Not that the yearling knew anything at all about Cairo's ancestors.
"Well," she went on, flicking her tail, "If anyone's looking for a big brown wolf in armor, I'll send them your way." She paused then, giving him another once-over as a slow, fanged smile spread across her lips. "Say.... would you be up for a friendly spar?" It was supposed to be a rest day... but this didn't really feel like "training," and in truth the yearling was always up for some action.
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