What Will You Say? [Torin]

He’d nodded at her suggestion, and she smiled, however the smile dropped as he spoke. “How long has Derecho been missing? And which son? Lachlan or Padraig?” Regardless of which son, the worry was still the same. Were there more slavers out there? Her coat bristled with agitation.

And if they had to fight more slavers someday, then… “If they were taken… by slavers… Then Lirim and Valhalla should be as trained as possible to get them back. If that’s the case, and I truly hope it’s not…”

Perhaps is was a mixture of her own past experiences and her season messing with her emotions, but she had to rise and pace around the goods cart with a flick of her tail before she came to sit again, composed once more. The visible agitation was a rare moment for the Spirit.

Steadily, she looked at him as she said, “I’d had this on my mind before I came here. What would you say about a friendly series of raids between Valhalla and Lirim? We could make it into a sort of contest or game. No maims, nothing more serious than bruises and light lacerations that will heal easily. It would give both our packs practice in defending and attacking… and it could be fun as well as training for our fighters, and a chance for them to spar against wolves they haven’t met. It’s up to you, and if you’re interested, I’d consider late spring, once our packs have recovered from whatever winter brings.”

She waited, almost holding her breath as she watched him, to see what he thought, and hear what he had to say... if he agreed, perhaps he had some ideas to add.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think