Tiny ball of angry
Malalia
05-05-2020, 01:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-05-2020, 02:10 AM by Malalia.)
Whoa. Okay. She didn't expect him to actually agree to the spar -- not so soon, anyway. The Warlord tended to brush off her humor or return it in kind, never committing, but holy shit it was actually happening. She nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll get to it," she returned, with all the nonchalance she could muster. Which was just about next to none. Her tail was wagging a mile a minute.
She was excited to train the bundle of fur. And name him, too! That was an unexpected surprise to the yearling, green to all things companionship. A part of her still viewed the babe as an independent predator in his own right, if a bit young, but he really was hers. Hers to command, and her responsibility too. She briefly considered her den arrangements, where the animal would sleep, and the daunting task of training him for battle... There'd be a lot on her plate in the coming days.
Sirius advised her on using the claws, and the she-wolf listened intently. "Sort of like bear markings," she commented. The motion he described reminded her of how they would stretch up on tree trunks to score their claws down the bark. Maybe that was something she could mimic. In a moment, she was nodding vigorously. "Thanks for the advice... and the wolverine... and the claws..."
Her ears couldn't help but flatten again as she trailed off. He was doing a lot for her, in the yearling's eyes. Taking her in had been one thing, but he had gifted her these battle aids... and what had she really done to deserve them, anyhow? The spar didn't faze her, at first, but now something like guilt churned uncomfortably in her belly. "Um... so, I'll see you soon!" She whirled around to leave before he could reply.
Mal called for the kit to follow her. Much more amenable now, the young wolverine followed easily behind her, and she let out a huff of approval, and dropped another piece of rabbit.
Time to find some trees....
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