teeth and claws
06-02-2020, 12:23 PM
A faint snort, and crinkling eyes was her answer to Magnus' being found in the willows. Even full grown adults weren't immune to Sirius's "charm," it seemed. She'd been a yearling at least, when he'd found her; though she could survive on her own, it probably would've done her well to have a pack to look after her anyway. But the man was much older, probably capable of handling himself.
Their circumstances were starting to sound more and more alike, though she was sure that Magnus's reasons for coming into the Armada were vastly different from her own. He said it'd been a while since he'd been in a pack; she wondered absently what drew him back to that life, now.
Half-amused and half-intrigued by his nonchalance, her eyes narrowed. She took a seat in kind, and gave a slight tilt of her head. "Well, how about a spar, for two?" She grinned, tail thumping behind her.
"Don't let me bother you, though," she tossed in, "if you wanna continue... relaxing." Poor thing had only just joined and he was already being asked to fight. Not a bad thing, she supposed, in a warrior pack. If she knew anything about her father, the Warlord had probably tested him already.