Curious minds

The look of disbelief on the older wolfs face irritated Aslatiel. It was as though she was being called a liar. She didn't like it one bit. She even went so far as to question her aloud. It took everything within the girl to hold her tongue. The only thing that helped her was remembering the Reaper rank and how much she wanted it. Couldn't be Reaper if you went around needing people for their stupid tongues.

She was then asked about the Armada. This was something that Aslatiel could talk about. "We're a pack of warriors and healers, primarily, though we do have members with a variety of skill sets." She was quite proud of her pack and it showed in the way that she perked up when speaking about it. "We're one of the strongest, if not the strongest, pack in all of Boreas." She was proud of that too.

From around the opposite edge of the rock, Ashur came, silent as death. The snow leopards wide, furred paws allowed him to move fairly undetected. The cat padded forward, bumping heads with Asla. During that tiny interaction, Pip the bat transferred herself from the girl to the cat, practically disappearing in his thick, pale fur.

Hearing the latest comments, Asla replied, "There are many things to see in this land. Many different trains and wonders." She'd seen a good few of them close to home but had yet to venture to every corner of Boreas. With her responsibilities, it wasn't likely to happen any time soon.