don't say it

Keeping herself distracted seemed to be the easiest way to cope with the lightning filled storm cloud that was settled over Aslatiel's head. Her mood had been a mixture between sour and utterly depressed ever since Indigo had gone half a world away. If she continued on her course, she was sure that she'd just waste away. Wallow in self pity until she turned into a ghost. Instead of that, she chose the path of training.

Sharpened claws sliced through the fur of the dummy, sending a shower of straw and grass into the air. Aslatiel breathed heavily as she settled back on all fours. Well... so much for that dummy. She'd have to make a new one. The fur was completely shredded. It could still be used for something, she was sure. It just wouldn't be for training practice.

As she moved to disassemble the ruined dummy, claws on stone drew her attention. Looking back, her gaze fell upon yet another freaking fish wolf. They did live by the ocean. Were they just walking out of the bloody sea? It seemed like they were everywhere these days. So, would this one be more like Raijin, more like Hattori, or more like nasty Hanako?

Brushing the fur and straw remnants from her paws, Asla turned to the young, spotted wolf. Grey ears flicked forward as she looked him over. "Hello," she said somewhat curtly. "Who are you?" Cut right to the chase.