And on that misty morning

Not being a student didn’t mean there would be any less training, but she was grateful that it would mean people wouldn’t go easy on her. There was far less worry about breaking those already considered competent. Her chest swelled with pride and her smile was genuine. That Sirius might think to entrust her with taking on an apprentice? Well it was more than she could have hoped for, being so fresh to these lands and this pack. "I’d be honoured." It was about all she could manage. So used to having a tighter reign on her expressions, the Archer-Lyall was almost worried her face might split. She wanted to run and turn tight corners with her ears pinned back, she wanted to charge and crash and nip playfully in celebration, but she wasn’t quite sure how the leader would take a sudden outburst of the zoomies, so instead she bounced forward playfully, aiming to bump her shoulder against his. "Just make sure I don’t get stuck with a crybaby or I might accidentally poison them instead..." She laughed, mischief dancing in her eyes. It was only half a joke.

"speech".