Looking ahead

Standing still for too long bothered Resins bad leg. Since it seemed as though they'd be speaking for a time, she seated herself, haunches folding. Her big, thick tail curled around one hip before forelegs slid outward, depositing her on her stomach. Raising one paw, she swept it gracefully outwards, inviting Naiche to join her in rest.

He wanted to be a warrior, but admitted to his lack of experience. "If you have the desire and the drive, we have the skills to turn you into a first class fighter." She'd helped with Tamsyn, Malalia, Azure, Mort and more. That was only counting the Armada wolves. She'd been helping others reach their potential for ages though. Teaching was something that she enjoyed. She'd passed that down to her daughter, Iolaire.

Naiche asked for training when she had time and the old wolf nodded. "Tell me of your background. Where do you come from? What skills did your parents possess, if you know?" It was more important than once might think; the abilities of ones forebears. If his parents were fighters, it would most likely be easy for him to learn the skills as well. If not, then he would likely have to work harder.