Remember How It Was

"I imagine you'll do better next time. If you don't, take what you can from it and do better the time after that." She could understand his disappointment, but if you clung to it for too long, you ran the risk of losing the fire that made you a warrior in the first place. She didn't want that for the young, serious boy. He had to have some purpose. Fighting and defending seemed to be his. If he lost the will to do those things, well...

When Dunkan asked what was wrong with the Armada, the big woman chuckled. "Nothing is wrong with the Armada. There just isn't enough room." One could barely turn around without running into one or two wolves these days. "Besides, I'm getting old. My path is pulling me elsewhere. I'd be a fool to deny that pull." She would go and create her own group. The goal of said group would be different from that of the Armada. Less war driven and more therapeutic. War was grand, but the scarred woman was getting more calm in her old age. Calm was where she wished to end her days.