ardent

a special kind of crazy

Tyrian



Aryn

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
483
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
193
player

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11-02-2020, 02:26 PM


Tempted to say yes was a hell of a lot better then tempted to kick the crap out of her for even showing her face here again. Aryn's expression became hopeful and her ears cautiously stood upright. Of course he'd ask an explanation, it was something she'd entirely expected of him and regardless she'd not thought to practice an answer. Tyrian couldn't know the real story behind her visit, even a wolf as naive as Aryn knew that the King would be washing his hands of her forever rather then get involved in drama between packs that weren't his own. "I'm medicated." She blurted in reply. Maybe that wasn't the best answer, either.

"I told you before, Lirim has no hunters. I need to step up for them no matter what it takes." None of it was a lie, at least. She glanced back down at her paws, felt a stirring in her stomach and kicked the rabbit off to the side. With her paw in the door she continued, hoping she'd had the hard King won for the moment. "I figure maybe we can start with tracking."

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."