You Only Get One First Impression

Well good, if nothing else he was a fighter. Everyone should at least know how to fight according to her father, but it made a difference knowing that he wanted to be a fighter. Then at least they could spar and stuff and he’d actually be fun to fight with. The exploring thing she was indifferent on, but she certainly wouldn’t turn down a trip to a new place or something like that. Fighting seemed to be their common ground and that was fine by her. She liked all the stuff she was learning about healing just about as much as she liked the fighting stuff so either topic would have been fine - although she had to admit that trying to take this Blue Boy herb hunting didn’t really seem like the best idea. She had a feeling that he couldn’t even tell the difference between a dandelion and some horsetail.

“Well of course I like fighting. My father is the best fighter after all,” she asserted with a grin, her tail wagging proudly. She’d heard about his mothers and how they used to be a part of the Armada before one of them went to start their own pack so she knew for a fact that her father had trained one of them himself. “He’s the Warlord, you know. He’s going to teach me everything he knows!” Her mother was a really good fighter too so between the two of them she was certain that she’d be the best fighter around once she was done with her training!

Of course Blue Boy was trying to claim that he was going to be the best warrior, but how could he do that when she was obviously going to be the best? She gave him a challenging look and added, “I bet I could beat you in a fight right now though. I beat two of my sisters at the same time!” Okay, maybe she didn’t win but she didn’t loose either so it still counted, right?

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