Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

He insisted that his healer had cleared him, and far be it from her to question the word of a healer. It was not her forte, and she had little interest in it. He asked another question; one she knew how to answer in a heartbeat as she frowned. She’d noticed the armor earlier but hadn’t known what to make of it; she’d been preoccupied with the strange land and talk of slavers. “I have not, nor have I seen such contraptions on wolves before.” She admitted, hating that she was showing weakness, but knowing that she’d need some proper instruction.

She’d been out of it for quite some time, so she knew herself unlikely to win a spar, even if he himself had also just gotten back into the fray after suffering an injury. “The armor offers extra protection; any advice for how to get around it?” It was ironic, asking her sparring partner for advice on how to defeat him, a soft chuckle falling off her maw as she realized the irony.