Looking ahead
08-15-2020, 02:39 PM
Surprisingly, he did speak. Again, black ears swiveled forward to catch the boys tones. He was civil enough, explaining that he was new to the pack and giving his name. Scarred lips parted and a low voice, tinged with a growl due to damaged vocal cords rumbled free. "Resin." She stated simply. Ever a woman of many words, she was. More was expected of her, of course. Being a higher standing member in the pack as well as an elder, it was an unspoken requirement to make new recruits feel welcome, wasn't it. The obsidian maned woman gave herself a shake, the thick layers of muscle and fat swaying after she had ceased. "So you're new to the Armada. What are your skills? We need fighters. Warriors." They had more than enough healers. The idea had been flitting through her mind about splintering off to start her own pack. She would be sure to try and keep the skill sets balanced. Or as balanced as possible. The past proved that she was unable to turn away those in need. No doubt that trend would continue. Fixing her lone, sulfur yellow eye on Naiche, she continued. "I'm one of many that train new warriors." She didn't give out her rank and title. Words were wind and they meant little to her. Actions were what mattered. "Speech" |
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