Mirror
09-08-2013, 06:35 PM
It wouldn't take her long to realize her reasoning for thinking he was special was rather cryptic, but she didn't really mind. She didn't have a way to explain why she thought him special, she simply did. Perhaps it was because he was one half of the family that she had left, or perhaps it was because he had been there in the heat of battle - which always tended to get her in the mood, or perhaps it was something different entirely. No matter what it was, even if she could explain it she probably wouldn't have. Sendoa wasn't lovey-dovey in the slightest, and wasn't ever the best at sharing her emotions. He began to assure her that he wasn't a prideful being. Perhaps it was that which she found so special about him. Sendoa was rather prideful herself, but she knew how to keep it in check - her brother sometimes did not. Then again, a lot of wolves didn't know how to control their pride - even herself at times. ?Glad to hear it,? she smiled, a genuine flash of pearly white teeth. ?and should you ever need experience in battle, I've never been known to turn down a good spar.? Granted, here and now with the potential of falling into the abyss was probably not the best place to spar, but another day or night in Glaciem might be suitable for extended training with her half-nephew and friend. Regrettably it had been a while since the battle-scarred vixen had had a good brawl. ?speak,? |