teeth and claws
05-31-2020, 02:35 AM
The nod was new. Most of the wolves in the Armada were a bit less conservative in their greetings -- Mortis, especially, that excitable boy -- and Malalia herself was rather friendly. She idly wondered if it was simply how he chose to greet everyone, or if it was indeed because of her new status. She would've frowned, had she known it was the latter. She'd only just come into the rank, and one of the last things she wanted was for wolves to start treating her differently for it. Especially those who were older than she was, newcomers or not. It was just a bit strange, at times.
For the moment, Mal shrugged the thought away. She hummed approvingly when Magnus confirmed he was a fighter, a silent yessss thrumming in her head, though she'd did possess the patience to hold off on asking the man for a spar. For now. That didn't stop the slight uptick in her tail, however. "Is that your only interest? I'm training with our lead healer as well, actually," she offered.
"I hope you're settling in okay..." Her tone here was lilting, the trailing phrase somewhere between a question and a statement, and he could answer it or ignore it as he pleased. She began to move west along the shore, not wanting to stay completely stagnant. "How did you come by the Armada, if you don't mind my asking?"